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Diesel Jun 2021
I miss my love, oh I miss my love so:
O' I miss my love so dearly, and I
Wonder where she'll ever go -
I miss her like winter misses leaves
I miss her like salt that ocean wear;
And I wonder if she'll again breathe
That same breath that we forever shared:
O' I miss her like wind and rain,
like fire and ash - or something mean:
I miss her like heaven misses man
Or hell - I miss her as much too -
I miss her like glove does its hand
I miss her like colour misses blue.
I miss her like raindrops on a pane
Or babies when they cry at eve:
I miss her like a rooster does its hen
I miss her like blankets do the sheets.
I miss her, like any ocean dove
With a passion many moons above -
I miss my love with all my man
I miss her with a writing hand -
I miss my love so dearly so
I miss my lover
I miss her -
Diesel Jun 2021
I think our love was endless love
And deep it was as oceans dwell:
With waves that hit the shores that arch
That hit our home or citadel:

The moss-stone bricks tell'd tales of love,
Each cloud a kiss in summers wade,
And lay there once a lady-dove
Whose heart is mine to now replay:

When kisses sent the swift-ends high
Like windy boos from jealous eve,
And star-lit skies reopened high
To watch our love in cold reprieve:

And garden grasses grew greener for her
And tulips bloomed to shine her way
And memories last the all of her
When this love tip-toes away.
Diesel Jun 2021
Lonely bird, for whom do you wait?
Time has passed and still you sit:
Birdie, have you suffered as late?
You stand alone without a twitch:

The rain still cries this afternoon
Yet still you wet your feet on grass,
Thunderclouds yell at you too
But still you seem so botherless:

All alone by your lonesome self
Without a flock of birds or geese:
Funny duck, awkward bird
I wonder why you sit this eve.
Diesel Jun 2021
I miss wet rain on buses
I miss crowded subway stairs
I miss noisy streets in public
I miss breathing ocean air:

I miss walking in the snow
I miss snowmen building high
I miss concretes slushy flow
I miss children stepping by:

I miss eyes of pretty girls
I miss old men sitting too
I miss seeing squirrels creep
I miss streetlights switching hue:

I miss walking to and there
I miss waiting crosswalks tick
I miss coming home all wear'd
I miss sleeping after six:

I miss waking up at nine
I miss dreading morning days
I miss my recurring life
I miss living life again.
Diesel May 2021
O' what a gentle kiss could do...
If kisses kiss then I'll kiss you...

If oceans sink in you they store
Or fires burn they burn a lie:
As birdies go to you they soar
If clouds are rain they rain behind:
If oceans swoon and at night sway,
The moon inside still shines your face:
As suns that set and end the days
The smile on you remains the same:

O' what a gentle kiss could do...
If kisses kiss then I'll kiss you...

If mountains climb they climb the sky!
Or landscapes green in leaves that grow,
Or planets larger than all life!
But largest all would seem your soul!

O' what a gentle kiss could do...
If kisses kiss then I'll kiss you...

I'll kiss you! I'll kiss you the merry more!
Till dawn or time or that whatever place!
Until the night is only more!
Or corpses rot and interlace!

O' what the gentle kiss can do!
If kisses kiss then I'll kiss you...
Diesel May 2021
Do my eyes bring you joy?
Does it make you rather coy?
Or if when I smile-
Does it make you rather wild?

Or the length in my stare,
Thine eyes mine eyes had wear;
Or caress o'er your face
Where honest hands could trace:

Should I come further near?
Or withhold for thy fears?
Could a rose less the wait?
Or stars I take from space?

I know the spirits close!
The us that wear no clothes!
And magnets bring us nigh
And flirty too am I:

Thine eyes they bring me joy-
And make me feel so rather coy.
Diesel May 2021
A team of four - or more than two
Tappy children waddle by -
To see the lake - with a loon, with
Their mother - looking nigh:

Their funny games, which all they play
Throughout the night of orange suns;
Of tannéd eyes the streetlights flay
And run on home would all of them:

Then father comes and takes away
To other places in a night;
All gone the children, gone today -
Perhaps they'll come another time.
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