Darling Poem by Samanthia Moore

My Darling the winds are low
and I sit here and sow

Wondering if you are a near or afar?
My Darling
Wishing you were here to hold me on these lonely nights.
And you kiss me good night.

My Darling the winds are now slow
and I'm feeling rather low.
Because you were here not to long ago.

No call no show.

My Darling you're stare is no longer rare.
And I can no longer bare.
Is like your no longer there.

My Darling the winds and tides are low.
I sit here and just sow.

Your nor near.
Just Afar.