Dear Future Lover,
I am waiting for you like spring
after the long winter,
like the wretched poet
waiting for his muse.
Perhaps you are already here,
perhaps you are far away,
but worry not my love,
for already I call for you.
Soon our hands shall lock
like gates of a strong keep,
soon our knees shall kiss the ground
as we whisper “I do” to forever.
Together we will build a home
filling it with the laughter of children.
Together we will build a road
to carry each other to heaven.
Oh my love, heaven is not far off,
for the children will grow and
soon have children of their own,
filling this house with laughter again.
Though someday the laughter will end,
replaced with joyous weeping.
know now my dear,
we are destined for much greater things.
The gift of man will not escape us,
nor should it, one of us will linger,
the other force to depart.
Do not fear this end.
So I wait, my love, I wait,
as the fisherman does for dawn.
I wait for you to grasp this
wanting hand from the dark.