Missing You Poem by Stuart Logan

Her hazel eyes sparkle with life,
Her brown hair, soft like silk.
I drink in her appearance,
So smooth like mother's milk.
Her hands holding mine so soft,
Never felt so free.
But every love must be lost,
Maybe it was never meant to be.

All I know is that I am missing her,
Her beautiful lips, her smile.
All I know is that I still need her,
Her heart, her soul, the whole while.

I never knew her before that time,
Nor do I remember the way.
Her vaguest charms drew me to her,
On that blessed, sacred, beautiful day.
My heart broke with such painful loss,
When she told me that she'd miss me.
Now I hope, once again,
That I'll meet her again, And I'll see.

I still know that I always miss her,
No matter how hard I try to forget.
She is always there, In the back of my mind,
Like a stone in a ring, there she has set.

'Man has been blessed with ability to forget. But it is not always well timed. We can still remember that which hurts us the most.'

Phiosophies of the Broken (A book of quotes to heal the heartbroken.)