How lonely I've been every night when Sleep takes
His pity on my soul; in bed just laying
Awake imagining the concept, playing
It over and again–this sweetest thought rakes
My mind: to hold you deeply through the night, wake
Up next to you tomorrow–always staying
To challenge, to enchant, to make delaying
So bittersweet: to get to wait through heartache.
Disease postpones our meeting, care imposes
Precautions chastening desire; though waiting
Is hard to swallow, faith rewards our passion
By showing us how resolute the soul is:
How both our hearts can reach through space, creating
Our bond that long outlasts disease's fashion.
A place for my poems 