Let not my eyes close for truly resting; I shall not sleep until I return home. Until I am aware of your presence Before me, then I shall cease to exist.
In future, come clarity upon me, That it may give me the strength to go on With life and hope, as I wander, endless, Until the day I shall return to love.
Though my insides quake with fearful hoping, I shall not falter, for you lie waiting. True to my word Iβll remain undying And honest, until the day our eyes meet.
A lipsβ sweetest kiss doth long awaits me, A promise to never part as we have.
February 7, 2011 [my first attempt at iambic pentameter]