Just before midsummer dawn,

When the sky is black and blue,

I remember your ruffled hair,

Your sleep, mingled with a yawn.

Your haunting hue always pervades,

Over everything when I am alone,

Your radiating being seldom fades,

Does not give me time to mourn.

Beloved, where have you gone away?

Send me a clue on a quiet whisper,

Or entreat Him Who controls life,

To let me with you forever stay.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

Composed on Monday, June the 16th, in Karachi, Pakistan.

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This is just too lovely even for me a poetess to elaborate further on. Ah but I surely loved this. In this very piece you are romance's own reflection in a mirror that hangs in a hallway in the finest house of Love............hats off to you Sir Poet! When I die, sometimes I think Heaven will be me getting to sit in some glorious meadow and hear you read all your poetry to me in perfect pitch for all eternity! Smiles........now that is my idea of Heaven...okay I'd have you looking and sounding like say Cary Grant too (winks) alright all joking aside. Just know you are glorious, the poet's poet however you wish to label it, you Sir, are indeed It! you know who!.......so why type it?