The Ink Would Evaporate

How do I miss you? You; asked me, at this our last meeting

I was stumped, at that moment in time; I was dumbfounded, at a lost for words

And me a Poet, imagine that; not a single pixal, or an image could I bring into being

Was it the shock and awe ? That left me speechless, with no words; to share unto you?

In my brain there was only pain, how dare you!

How could you think I could not? Questioned my loyalties, you did

How many poems must I bleed? In your name, and memory?

Before you would begin to comprehend; my love for you

Look into my eyes; see that they, only reflect you

Feel my heart beat; when you near me it races clear to its top end

My breath; feel its warmth, upon your neck, without you it would cease to be!

My fingertips; caress only your skin; and still you doubt me!

If not but, a mere infatuation; it still would out shine any others

My love is endless; as are time and space

My love is stronger than; the blazing sun

My love is truer than any blue; for it is just a single color

And I hold a rainbow, upon my brow for you and you only!

My love is mightier than the raging sea

Only God and his so called nemeses, could ever rival my devotions for thee

I would miss you, like the sky would miss the sun

I would miss you, like the dark of night would miss the stars

Like the fish out of it's bowl so would I be

I would miss you, like a mother would miss her only son!

Like a father; his one an only daughter

Like the flower would miss the rain I too would wither and die

Without you I could neither walk, talk, see, or sleep

For where you are is where I seek to be it is you voice I long to share

It's your face and silhouette, my eyes wish to gaze upon; with you gone

My rest will always and forever be uneasy

Please! Scold me harshly if ever again, you find yourself unsure, of me

When you are away from me I am an empty shell one step away from a living hell

My eyes weep streams of tears whenever you are not here

Believe me my dear I swear I am only free when you are near

Please! Don't ever doubt me, when it comes to loving  you

If any words could, I hope that these meager few; do enlighten you

If not, only the blood they are written in; to you is mere ink
And shall evaporate upon these bits of parched  paper

But, on the scrolls of time; they shall not

A thought by Sinbad the Sailor Man