Miss You

Lover misses the beloved a lot

I miss you the way,

Earth misses the raindrops,

And the seabed cries for ray,

The wind’s touch that crave, crops.      

 

 Don’t know whether missing,

Is divine or sinful,

Yet it seems to be a blessing,

Not seeing you nearby is god-awful.

 

Missing you the same as the Old Mariner missed water,

Don’t blame me for missing you, it’s my only pleasure.  

Reviews

[Lauriegirl]

You have a lovely, natural way with words and expression!

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much my friend.

[Mary Bosworth]

You have an endless imagination that is quite intriguing... I enjoyed this very much

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

So nice of you. I'm glad that you liked it.

[Irenic]

it is quite sweet poem.
Missing you the same as the Old Mariner missed water,
Don’t blame me for missing you, it’s my only pleasure.
the last two lines are so sweet.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much. :)