Sunday And I’m Missing You

"Lazy Sunday missing you"

I think I fall in love,
Each time you say my name.
The way you call me baby,
It never sounds the same.

The way you look at me,
Feels like kisses on my heart.
As if you always see me,
As a precious piece of art.

You, so masculine, 
Touch all my femininity.
You fill my universe,
With the stars of all infinity.

The sweetest smile in your eyes,
Makes me want to cry.
And if I can make you laugh, 
Well, happy I will die.

You never tried to change me.
Accepted all my flaws.
Saw them as uniqueness,
Looked at me in awe.

When I feel uncertainty,
You lift me up so tenderly.
Do you feel it when we talk?
We speak in perfect harmony.

I get a silly grin,
When I think how lucky I have been,
To have found that special person,
Who lights my fire from within.

I am missing you,
This early Sunday Morn.
I am missing you,
So I wrote this poem.