There was never enough time,
not for love, not for sleep,
never for reading or writing.
Just driving and striving
to stay civil in space, so
small, too small.

There was always somewhere
to go, somewhere to be, can't
be late for delivery, and I
simply ran out of energy. So
I left to be here, alone
waiting each month for your
return, each month I yearn

and long for you,

I do, and I will, forever
for that's the way love is. Even
in separation, whatever the duration
the love, it grows, it shows,
and we still stay close, for
our hearts still beat as one,
even though miles may be between
oh my love, you're here with me.

WhiteRose 11/12/02