Greetings From the UK.

Anticipating arrival, time moves so slow.
Wanting the days before, to simply go.
Rushing around madly, ticking off preparation tasks.
An airport meeting, a memory that lasts.

To rejoice in your presence, as we shared these days.
To discover and enjoy, your funny little ways.
To show you my world, and explain all of this scene.
So when you return, you will know you have been.

To look in your eyes, to touch your face.
To explain my love, and with it this place.
To laugh and talk, throughout all this time.
And suddenly realise, that life is just fine.

Time marches on, and with it realisation.
That this joy I feel, has a time limitation.
To feel your warmth, to want you as mine.
To fear that dawn, will interrupt this time.

To say farewell, at the end of this joyous time.
To feel such loss, this burden is mine.
As you leave realising, my greatest fears.
With your departure, arrived the tears.

Silence shattered, by the tick of this clock.
Aware of my loneliness, as it does mock.
Each tick measuring, my life away.
As I dream of your love, on that spring day.

There is only one way to say.

"I Love You.".

But there are thousands of ways to demonstrate.

Enjoy . Steve . Aka . "The Old Sea Dog" . 1999 . ©

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