Though I have yet to behold your sweet face
or hear the soft sound of your whispered name,
the thought of you captivates my embrace
of our predestined meeting all the same.
I often ponder your grace and carriage,
fondly picturing a lovely vision
of you--a prized bride that's fit for marriage
with full nuptials and a band that's golden.
I am so in love with the thought of you,
that not even the gaps of space and time
can forestall our meeting when love means two:
for now, I send you my love through this rime!
So abide with patience and hang on this,
as our time apart is pruned with Love's kiss.