My love, when I can behold you, The intense devotion within your eyes, Compels me on to just hold you, My heart sailing upward beyond the skies. How long can I be absent, dear, From the sweet lady whose heart is so true, How long can I dispel the fear, Of being so long and so far from you. My love, when can I be near you, So close we can share a long, warm embrace, Lost within your smile and eyes too, Softly tracing the features of your face. How long can I be absent, dear, From the sweet lady whose love is so deep, How long can I dispel the fear, When the price of your absence is so steep. My love, when can I caress you, And comfort you during the long, cold night, Your presence then so tranquil too, As we intertwine, holding you so tight. How long can I be absent, dear, From the sweet lady whose heart is so true, How long can I dispel the fear, Of being so long and so far from you.
Reason for writing:
To Jean Louise, of Sidney, British, Columbia, Canada... the most
caring and dearest lady, I have ever met.
Birth sign: Not entered
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