My love was off, to a foreign land.
A place of beauty, food, and sand.
Off on her plane, away she goes.
I hope she's safe, who really knows?

I settle down to watch TV.
"Man, I wish she would've taken me!"
Relaxing, eating, being quite lazy
the news I heard, made me hazy.

A plane had crashed, to where she was going.
my heart was in pain, almost overflowing.
Calling and texting, like you wouldn't believe,
My brain running through thoughts, never relieved.

Standing my ground, I did not falter.
Until I eventually broke down, kneeling at the alter.
Days felt like weeks, weeks felt like hell
I was afraid I would never break out of this spell.

Then one day, I got a call!
I knew she was safe, I started to bawl!
When I met her I dared not let go.
Her beauty radiated like a perfect rainbow.

This poem ended nicely, reunited again.
But for others, their minds are stuck in a den.
If they were to write, about the poem you just read
it'd be about the plane that left their loved ones dead.