Voyage

Would it be that convenient,

To spend a little and be with thee.

Gladly would set sail on vacation spree

To enjoy every moment,

In thy presence spent.

Traveling across the seas to see,

Thou hast been dearest one to me.

Yet reality crumbles my intent,

It isn’t the season to fly.

None can hear my heart’s cry.

But warmth that it carries,

Becomes the only reason it survives

Feelings passionate pure

My only cure.