My adorable darling,
I think of you every night, every morning.
My heart doesn’t feel anything.
My darling, you are my charming.
I don’t feel like studying.
You fuel my feelings.
I see the teacher teaching,
but get lost in your dreams, dreaming.
My hobby is counting,
the first letter of your name while studying,
and decorating it while teaching.
Is that what it’s called? Missing.
©️ Jane Aguiar
Written in response to: W3-Poetry-Prompt
Thank you for reading.
Stay Blessed! 💞
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