Your portrait,
I miss so dearly
Seeing you my time flew through minutes to hours and then to years
Waiting for you my clock moved the hands from days to decades
living with you what will happen, will the seasons go beyond to
change my body and my wrinkles…..?
But God made sure you are my love came from Himalayas,
as they turn from snow to greenery and then to my brown field walk.
I dont know how my patience bears me through i only see your portrait
and it gives my oxygen to live through never mind it takes mulitple decades……with a lovely wait for you to love you
Jessy Jacob.









