At last, I see the summer on your face,
The spark of your smile, and your lovely eyes.
And it bestows on me your glowing grace,
Which fills my heart with warmth as sadness dies.
I'd feared that I would hear your sad goodbye,
So gloominess had filled my growing void.
But now I am relieved my tears are dry
Because I am with you and overjoyed.
Remain with me, and let us walk as one
Toward the paradise we've waited for.
And there, we both will feel the years undone—
The furrows that our weary faces wore.
And as we walk together hand-in-hand,
We will rejoice to see the promised land.
“Fill your paper with the breathings of your heart.” ― William Wordsworth