“I-miss-you” because you blessed my heart with pure joy,
When you cared for me in my youth,
With a kind-spirited finger you touched my heart,
Now fingerprints of your legacy remain,
...
As we part, my heart aches: it still loves your name.
As we part, my soul weeps: it still loves you the same.
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The harsh breeze hits my face
Still I withstood the cold air blitz
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Let me call you love
When loneliness drizzles on my heart
When yesterday stalks me
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I’m not the player my appearance portrays
I’m not the black man society perceives
I’m not the arrogance my swagger betrays
I’m the epitome of what my tongue conceives
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I tried to speak,
But my lips couldn’t move,
My mind blanked with awe,
The beauty of her beauty grooved and left me speechless,
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I Miss You
“I-miss-you” because you blessed my heart with pure joy,
When you cared for me in my youth,
With a kind-spirited finger you touched my heart,
Now fingerprints of your legacy remain,
Engraved in the depth of my soul,
For that…I thank you,
Your selfless nature, if possible,
Would have moved mountains yonder,
Just to appease my needs, your deeds I honour,
With the lasting memories of grace,
And Of your undying love,
So I send my love through a dove,
Dove: filled with halos of your spirit passé,
The dove is these words of sonnet; this sonnet wears “I-miss-you”.