‘Tis bittersweet to miss loved ones
Too far to hug and hold dear;
Time or space betwixt us and them
When all we want is them near.
Prospects of meeting, or fond recollections
Of laughter our memories evoke,
Will bring to us faces of those we love
And emotions of times we last spoke.
Thoughts drift to you-and-me times,
Musings of faces in hands;
Memories of smiles and kisses
Or simply of holding hands.
Love is our bond that keeps us aglow
Love is the reason we cling.
Love is the light in our unveiled eyes
Love is this poem I bring.