My love is as rare as reality
Many ears snoop to the fact
It is a lyric of many hearts
Now listen to the cry of beats
That much affection amputated
It is a bookish cord
And if doubts, it is bibliophile
I sing to sway every music’s
But never allows trees to jokes
Birds wouldn’t sweetly chirps
Only if loving you couldn't make me cry
Air, a conditioner dreamt of cooling
I swear, it wouldn’t breeze
I am a sinner a down-trodden
Even if you crown my shoulder
My heart'd bathe in you
Simply of your reminiscence I lost
Draw close a loud sonorous singing
Come back come back come back
I am missing you
Oluwole Olawale Michael
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/missing-you-89/
