Fall From Grace

It is strange and dreadful to think that I have not seen you for months,
I have seen the new moon, but not you.
I have seen the starlight dies when dawn came, but not you.
I have seen the sunsets and sunrises, but not you.
I have seen the flowers bloom at the crack of dawn, but not you.
I have seen the rainbows after a storm, but not you.
I have seen the seasons passed, but not you.
I have seen the Heavens, I have seen paradise, but nothing of your beautiful face.


What I'm trying to say here is, I miss you. So. Very. Much.