I stood motionless
With sullen and worried face
She was there in grave
Love, beautiful and brave

I visit her daily
To feel close and really
She whispers in ears
Alley her fears

'Are you really happy'?
She anxiously asks with worry
'Yes, but not in reality'
I miss you in totality

I met an early fate
Feel bad to relate
I sense about peace
You be at an ease please

I forcefully stop tears
But very difficult to bear
Her absence
I weep the face

Are you crying?
She is inquiring
No, no I am alright
I am moved slight

I place fresh flowers
With fragrance to offer
Show to her with assurance
That I am pleased with her presence

hasmukh amathalal

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/with-her-presence/