Similes Poem by Lauren Beasley

I miss the way your cheeks blush
Like roses blooming from a porcelain jaw
Or how you'd look around after telling a joke
Like a child peeking, thinking no one saw
I miss your fingers - long and strong
Like sturdy branches, swaying in the storm
Or how your calloused palms beat a rhythm
Like a nervous pup trying to keep warm
I miss the way you purse your lips
Like strawberries drying up in the sun
Or how your face wrinkles when you laugh
Like a sign of evidence that you'd had fun
I miss the calming tone of your voice
Like a roaring ocean - smooth and deep
Or how you walk light on your feet
Like a prancing gazelle - always ready to leap
I could use the most beautiful similes
To describe the little things you used to do
But the truth is, they can't describe in near enough detail
How much I miss you