Good afternoon my Love.
How is life treating you?
Receive more of my heart in words.
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.