I don't mean this to be sad dear,
My writing for you is from the heart.
The way you hold me closely and when
You whisper it makes this world bearable.

You make the world crisp and clear,
Our souls are together, bodies are apart.
I promise it will be soon when we shall again
Be together and our worlds stable.

I get overwhelmed when you whisper in my ear,
And the things you tell me inspire my art.
Near you I am calm, collected and zen.
You make the worst of the world tolerable.

There will come a year when we shall not shed a tear,
For the part when it's time for one of us to depart
Will become the past "then" and we will say "when"
For this distance makes us humble and we'll longer grumble.