A collection of ‘Love is…’ Poetry
Sky


Love is in a kiss.
Love is a thing that I miss.
In love with me is all I want you to be,
But that is just a dream.


(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.

I want you to know,
Oh, I wish you knew,

That I still miss that smile,
I still miss you.

I still miss your touch,
I really miss your kiss.

I miss your hands holding mine,
And that feeling of bliss.

I miss your laugh,
I miss your look,

I miss the drawings you did
In that old beat-up sketchbook.

I miss the Tuesdays,
I miss the Sundays,

I miss the good morning texts,
Except for on Mondays.

I miss the alley,
And the field below.

I even miss your annoying brother,
And your black lab, Shadow.

I miss you and,
I wish you were still here.

But what I miss the most is
When you still held me near.

i miss
how you would tell a joke
and look at me as if
i'm the one who gets to decide
if its funny or not

i miss
how you would secretly
hold my hand in public
and act like nothing's going on

i miss
how you would do silly things
just because i'm not in a good mood
and you want to see me smile

i miss
how you would sing to me
and look at me straight in the eye
and make me feel like i'm the only person
inside the room

i miss
the times when,
we'll both stay up all night
and just talk to each other

i miss
everything we do together
and most importantly,
i miss you.