From Local To Foreign

 The day is coming, when you will be gone..

You will travel alone, to be chilled to the bone..

Tears will fall, as we say goodbye..

Wrenched from the clutches, while you fly in the sky.

Alone you will be, whole I ponder ahead..

Destined and hopeful, for we have been wed.

In the dark of the night, when you are asleep..

I would sit in my hammock, and silently weep.

From local to foreign, ordained to meet..

Two perfect strangers, neglected defeat.

While voices in the silence, echoes a sound..

Husband and wife, will forever be bound.

Listful and coupled, your heart may attend..

To the yearning and yielding, of love to the end.

Awaiting the

morning, to see with delight..

The footsteps of forever, beholding my sight.