The Missed Meeting

You were there, O Pleasure, present in your absence,
I lost my mooring, morning, O that missed meeting.

When the waters shore up, O Presence, nostalgia creeps up,
Of such swaying, sighting, swooning, sighing.

O my life's pleasure, do not think of any erasure,
My heart is caring, O that crying, crooning, calling.

In your absence, you smile, the parting of your lips,
I see the parting, what painting, my heart's now panting.

My woman, I saw you, you came, smiled, left,
O there is living, there is leaving, and there is loving.

Let us keep smiling, we never met but we did,
In love, there's meeting, separating and again meeting.