Miss The Soul Poem by MARIE CLAIN

My smile misses you
My words miss you
My intelligence misses you
My enthusiasm misses you
My scent misses you
My presence misses you
My songs are missing
My anger miss you
My credulity misses you
My candor misses you
My thoughts are missing
My motivation misses you

But one thing you will not miss
It's my soul.
This soul where the rivers of my tears
This soul where my most beautiful romances are taking refuge
This soul where are built the most beautiful ideals
This soul where hid the girl with the thoughts of gold
This soul where my expectations flourish
This soul where my expectations are reflected in the water of my nights
This soul where boats are dying in the dust of the moon
This soul that expects unexplainable love
This soul that lies on the cloudy floors waiting for the sweet kiss of the sun
This soul running among the songs made of leaves and buds
That soul that gave itself to you in deaf and silent words.

This soul that does not miss you, goes through the fields of my illusions
Where all is waiting, dreams and reality of the imagination

This soul who missed seeing your love ribbons
To bind you to all these souls that compose my self, my tomorrow, my last hope