Till I hold you in my arms again,
I can only dream of the day,
and hold pictures of you so tight,
deep in my minds eye.
When will I hold you once more,
and again and again endlessly.
Will that day arrive,
in some future time,
that you be in my arms,
and forever be mine.
These things I contemplate and ponder,
and for now can only wonder,
as I marvel at these wonders
I see you to be to me.
