I miss poking the side of your face with my fingers, to where your dimple is.
I miss talking to you and reciting my ridiculous stories, with questions to be answered.
I miss your tight hugs and kisses that start on my forehead and cheeks, to find their way on to my lips.
I miss the way your arms fit around my body, and the warmth that comes with.
I miss your goodnights and good mornings.
I miss your random sweetness, and surprises.
I miss you your 'I love you' and my 'I love you too'.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a sweet poem, it sure will bring a smile on his face. Being in love is wonderful, especially if its new love, everythings seems merry and rosy, keeping that fire alive is a mission and takes patience, understanding and self respect and I hope you will sustain your love no matter what. Lovely love poem. Siya_! !