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It's Three In The Morning

Poetry By: Michael68
Poetry



Three in the morning and I am missing the woman I love.


Submitted:Jun 10, 2011    Reads: 45    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


It's three in the morning

and I lay in this bed alone

the dark shadows of the room consume me

as the sound of the rain taps against the window.

The thoughts of you sills my mind ..... my heart,

wishing I could feel you next to me

holding you so tight.

Just for us to lay there next to each other

as I listen to your gentle breathing

that serenades me to sleep

feeling your love from your touch.

It's three in the morning

and sleep does not come to me,

wishing I could gaze into your beautiful green eyes

and tell you all that my heart feels for you.

To show you all that burns within,

reminisce of all we have shared

and the dreams that we plan on coming true.

For when I am with you

there is always sunlight shining on us,

the paradise of our love is around us

and the world is so promising and new.

It's three in the morning

and I find myself

wanting you ..... needing you ......

to kiss you, hold you,

and love you with all my heart and soul.

For only when I am with you

do I feel complete,

that I am important to someone besides myself,

reborn into a world

within our hearts.

It's three in the morning

and I am missing you so much

and wondering if you are missing me just as much.





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