Missing you is like a little devil
on my shoulder that tells me:
‘Look, your eyes can’t see him.
He isn’t there, he isn’t there!
Your pen can’t reach him
Your words die a silent death’
While the angel on my other shoulder
softly whispers:
‘Look with the eyes of your heart
He is there, always
You cannot miss
what fills you up inside
True love cannot be separated
Not by a devil,
not by physical eyes
You don’t need your pen to reach him
As love connects purer and truer
than words’
©RoseGirl2019
Nothing can stop love from penetrating the ether and you are right, no need for pen and words when the heart sings loudest. Beautiful poetry, as always. 🙂
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Thank you for reading and commenting, I appreciate it
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Sure thing.
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