Six Hundred Miles Poem by Corey Amsden

six hundred miles....
six hundred miles of pure loneliness,
leaves me wanting just one more kiss,
I miss her more than ever,
when I watch a movie of romance,
I think of how we met at a dance,
my heart beats a blaze to her face,
now its a bitter blue now i visit this place,
fear of losing my love,
I try to but now all i can see of you are the stars above,
I wish I wish that she will always be mine,
until the stars don't shine,

Her kiss has the taste of a smooth wine,
Her touch as warm as a summer breeze,
Her smile as welcoming as a relaxing bed,
Her words softer than silk.
Her presence like a white dove so majestic so beautiful,

I dream
of her kiss
of her touch
of her smile
of her words
of her presence

but in all i still know only for a little longer I live with just,
the six hundred miles....
only six hundred miles.