Missing You

Sometimes I hear your voice whistling in the cold wind
 I see your saintly smile flashing before my eyes like a phantom
And I can even feel your magical hands patting my back tenderly
        I hold my dreams so dear for in them is thy presence
     I dream of you lying right next to me in my wildest ecstasy
  A couple of times I have caught myself smiling at such thoughts
I thought I was losing my sanity but the psychologist said am sound
           Yet still, my head arches and throbs like a drum
                  But my doctor insists that am find
                    He says I am just missing you
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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Babbit Avatar
November 10, 2015 at 9:55 AM
Made me want to cry, perhaps it's just my mood or perhaps it's just your well expressed words. DMB
Lamony Avatar
November 10, 2015 at 10:00 AM
Am honestly flattered, thanks a lot. i hope your moods and my words play with your feelings a bit more. Watch the space.
Lane Avatar
November 10, 2015 at 9:27 AM
These sentiments are very tender, Maurice.
Lamony Avatar
November 10, 2015 at 9:47 AM
ooh, what can i say but thank you.
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