*'I Miss You'* - Poem by Fernando Alvarez
I miss your laughter, fun, and gentleness.
I miss the things I used to do for you.
I miss the time, now filled with emptiness,
When each day was a stage for something new.
I miss your love; though mine for you remains,
A passion with no outlet to the sea,
A teardropp in a desert, that contains
I miss, for my love's labor, the reward
Of seeing some small pleasure in your face.
All these I miss, and yet they are all here
Within my heart, far more than I can bear.
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