Where Are You, My Love? Poem by Greg Oosterhouse

The time is here when you are usually around,
And the sight of you gets me all excited.
You cause in me a gleeful sound,
And flames of passion are ignited.

Yet you are nowhere in sight,
Where can you be?
The fact that you're not here gives me fright.
I am no good without you, can't you see?

It's sickening to hear others rejoice
When you're not here, so I cover my ears.
Where are you, my love? This query I voice.
Your absense causes my eyes to fill with tears.

I can't wait for the day you arrive with a fury,
Making your enemies smiles turn into frowns,
And their boasting to be stifled in a big hurry.
And me there, acting just like a clown.

Please come soon, my love, fill me with joy.
Cover my being with your presence.
Bring on your onslaught of love, make me a happy boy,
And fill my very being with your essence!