When from uncharted hope I pursue thee. My heart shall escape thy unending wait. To thine expected love am I made bait. Thine unexpected arrival I shall see.
When the ocean of thy sail becomes dry, Through thunder, storms and cold snow will I pray God’s hand, so thy wrecking sails don’t keep stray. Then my tarry shall not end me to cry.
But of thine journey I can only hope. Thine receipt of my letters I can’t tell. Something within, in furry, wants to yell At my folly, loving thee to this scope.
Let the outsider deem my love stupid. My heart confirms; to me travels my cupid.
Soothing!