Love's Greatest Measure

I woke up this morning, found your photograph and kissed it,
I focused on your profile and realized how much I missed it,
I imagined you beside me as I cuddled with your pillow,
Familiar scented linens brought my lonesome soul to billow.

I sauntered to the kitchen sink and wondered what you're doing,
Was first breakfast on the table or were you and Rusty walking,
On a sidewalk past a driveway, past neighbors nice or mean,
Or through the Jewish Graveyard under a canopy of green,

Did bright sunshine warm your long golden locks of mane,
Or did dark clouds rise above to threaten you with rain,
I've been dreaming for a lifetime of true simple pleasure,
Sharing this and that is love beyond man's greatest measure.

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My Poetry  (E) Come as you are. #2034965 by Rhychus