I MISS YOU

MY DEAREST HONEYCOMB,
THE SWEETNESS OF MY LIFE,
MY MIND REMAINS RESTLESS 
SINCE YOU FADED FROM MY EYES.

THE NIGHTS GROW LONGER 
AND SILENCE HAS BECOME 
MY GREATEST ENEMY,
FOR THERE IS NO NOISE IN THE AIR
TO DISTRACT MY THOUGHTS 
OF WHAT USED TO BE.

WHEN THE MORNING AWAKES,
IT FINDS ME COUNTING THE HOURS
OF OUR LAST EMBRACE,
HOW I MISSED THE SMELL OF YOUR HAIR
AND THE SPLENDOR 
OF YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE.

O MY ROSE OF SHARON,
MY LIFE IS PUT ON PAUSE,
AND UNTIL YOUR PERFUME 
INOCULATES THE AIR I BREATHE 
ETERNITY FOR ME 
WILL BE LOST.

WILFORD BARKER.