Behold, my love!

Somewhere somehow someday I'll meet you

To Claim the heart that is mine for sure. . .

The day is not far, as it always was

Is what my heart seems to whisper all the while...

Amid the mist that floats in the sky

A ray of hope shines through. . .

Slight, thought it is, weaving through the fog.

Slow and steady, it surely comes to me. . .

Eyes, impatient to behold you,

Heart, to find its match at last,

Soul to fit into the other perfectly

And then mine ears, to hear you!

Impatient is what I am 

To set my sight on you, as I would.

And then my arms to hold my world 

To complete the circle that 

Starts on the stars and ends on the earth...