Incomplete

I miss your smile the moment that we part, Once more I am alone and incomplete, And emptiness again claims to my soul. The pulse of life lies dormant in my heart, A lonely heart has no reason to beat, As tears leave stains beneath my crying eyes Until the time your kiss can make me whole. I am surely struck by old Cupid’s dart, Since now I hunger for the days we meet; For love touches all like an oversoul, It’s in the seas and high above the skies, And love’s beauty blossoms from the ground. Our parting, love, may leave my breath in sighs But all I have to do is look around. Form: Keats' Sonnet