I miss you
as high as the heavens
I miss you
as deep as the ocean
As the farmer waits for the fruit of the earth
I wait for you
As Pied Crested Cuckoo
I am thirsty for the love you give me drop by drop
Life is too short
To hide my love for you
I miss every breath of yours
The warmth of your love
The strong hands that cuddled me
Where I felt secure and safe
Oh how much I miss you
My love and my dove!
hope he does ur love reciprocate but to read me again you have not returned to date why so late o poetess
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
As the farmer waits for the fruit of the earth I wait for you As Pied Crested Cuckoo I am thirsty for the love you give me drop by drop this is a psalm..... this is Susheela's psalm. love it. tony