She of whom I so long

She of whom I so long
Of which the nights roll on
And wonder I if ere we may
Meet again

The lump in my throat
The anguish that's near
Are they all so fleeting
This heart ever beating

This prayer that keeps
Repeating repeating
Hoping its you

At times this
Romantic bliss
Seems a dream
And nothing more

The nights that go on
The days without number

Oh why such sorrow
Let the day be
And the morrow
What it will

Whether in this life
Or the next
If ere we meet again

Thy warmth
Thy friendship
The fond embrace

May it yet still
Remain
Awhile

Though such things
Are fleeting
Their memory
Shall remain

Through doubt
Or through pain
My love
For thee shall
Remain

-Joshua Lee Foist