Miss You Each Time...

I feel weak,

as if I've fallen in love

for the first time,

because I'm yearning,

missing you,

missing your touch,

missing your voice,

missing your face,

missing all of you,

missing the way

you make me feel.

Spring is all around,

and the warm winds

will flow into summer

all too soon,

and I take in

the beauty of it

and miss you

all the more.

Where the wild roses bloom

and the violets spread out,

I think of you.

And I know that

in the days ahead,

I'll miss you

even more

each time I see

a delicate bud

in bloom.