Missing You

I miss the way you look at me
your eyes a sea of lightest green
where everything you are and mean
comes shining through

I miss your touch
that communicates so much
without the words
that so complicate the urge

to simply be
at one with love and thee
in gentleness that understands
or within the motion that demands

we grow
within the flow
of unity
as we dive into eternity
as one.

? Michaelette ?

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