I miss the deserts I’ve never been to,

I miss the deserts I’ve never been to,
I miss the oceans I’ve never crossed
I miss the skies I’ve never soared through
I miss all the love I’ll have never have lost
and found sound asleep within me—
I’ll miss the rain, I’ll miss the winds,
I’ll miss the sun, I’ll miss the frost—
I’ll miss everything at every cost—
but I’ll never miss you who I knew
before I knew—forever at heart—
I struck the mark when you struck my heart;
precision incisions into the visions of art—
it’s by our beauty, they’ll believe, this all did start
when alone I am consoled by thoughts of you
sent on from heavens up above; love’s source
is the prize of who I’m thinking of.