Claude Davis III
I Miss You - Poem by Claude Davis III
I miss your soft gentle lips
Pressed up against mine.
And the way we rub our fingertips.
Our love...I can't even define.
I think of you nonstop.
Which makes me miss you more.
But, the thought I can not drop.
Cause the memories I adore.
Next time we see each other,
I know joy will be in both you and me.
I'll give you a hug, and yet another.
We will say we love each other, and neither will disagree.
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