“This is an impossibility.”
I chide myself, and reasonably so.
For I have never met you,
Your scent is but a rumor,
And I’ve only a single picture,
With which to look into your eyes.

There is an ocean between us,
Swirling, storming, uncertain.
And I a naïve sailor,
Upon these seas with naught,
But an internal compass,
And the stars to guide me.

Yet the stars have guided mariners,
For millennia’s gone by now,
And though my heart flutters,
And my stomach churns,
And land is still distant,
The stars guide me towards you.

Implausible, as outwardly it seems,
Your words have bewitched me,
And filled my heart, and my mind,
With a longing I never knew.
Now every word you write,
Is breathlessly awaited.

The passage will be long,
There will be storms, and mistakes,
And dangers to be navigated.
But you lay across the Atlantic,
And so I must sail, into the unknown
For you are worth that journey.

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