If only the sound of your name,
the dream of your face,
was enough to bring forward,
in this time and place.

A sweet wish occupies and holds,
our plans and plots suspended,
for this bounty to arrive,
our world upended.

The big clocks tick and tock,
the calendar pages flip,
we busy our minds away,
stealing our hearts on a trip.

I command, invoke, and direct,
but your love is in no rush,
for such a perfect thing is free
and unmoved by pull or push.

But I hope you hear my quiet plea,
for your place is set,
an anticipation growing stronger,
a mighty emotional debt.

You are here in so many ways,
worries and laughter and cheer.
Imagined moments and triumphs,
drawing us all near.

I know you may never come,
a fate to be missed, to be far,
And we will accept the judgement,
if only you be a wish on a star.

But if ever a love is true,
if the test is joy, pure and clear,
then we have faith we will pass,
when we meet my dear.

These hearts will continue to prepare,
to shelter you in warmth and peace,
to hold you safe from all darkness
in a love that does not cease.

If only the sound of your name,
the dream of your beautiful face,
was enough to bring you gently forward,
in this time and place.