The Love that stings

Hi dear, you are one month old
After you have left me
To another part of the world
Where I am not able to see

We are far, but not by heart

Our Love’s still alive and growing

Livelier like an old famous art

Of any extraordinary human being

When each night falls,
I know it’s time that calls
To infuse in me those breathing strings of pain,
And fatigue my cardiac muscles with sprain

Often I hear: Absence makes the heart grow fonder

And these lyrics sometimes make me wonder

Because everything I’ve seems to have lost

Including YOU at its worst

Sometimes, I really wish you be near
To feel the bleeding drops of love from your dear
Because the thrust of this agony is unable to bear
And aches my heart which sometimes may tear

You are my angel, hope and spirit

Everything of me is in your credit

The world to me in your absence is all emptiness

Nothing alive, all dead, a real mess

When you are gone and been apart
Right from the moment when time made us depart
Everything you said and made me say
I remember every scrap even to this day

Now, nothing I can say and do

Other than saying I LOVE YOU

And will be loving you forever

Let anything happen, good or bad, whatsoever

“Your absence has grown through me like thread through a needle. Everything I do is stitched with its color” - W.S. Merwin