What I miss about you. Original poem.

What I miss about you.

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When I check your absence
I turn sorrow and tear
because when you were here
the bliss was our common good.

We sang the same songs
and under a leafy and shady tree
we read the same book,
yes, a book of frank poems
that I once wrote for you.

But today when you are not here, I miss
your laugh, your perfume, your breath
and the red rose on your head,
and your pupils with their brilliance so blue.

Life has changed us a lot,
and I only ask my dear God
that everything be as before
to no longer suffer any more
and not miss you in my loneliness
that kills me and it's completely true.