Absence Makes
ABSENCE MAKES...
I can see your face when you're not here,
those sparkling eyes that always cheer,
the wrinkling nose that is really you,
the welcomong lips to do what lips do,
I can feel those arms, a warm caress,
the clear message that your hands possess,
the hug that follows each time we meet,
the knowledge that each time we'll rerpeat
to find some time to leave World behind,
for a while, when it is real not in the mind.
Copyright © Mike Roberts | Year Posted 2013
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