Apart from thy dear gaze, I search the skies,
Where Night extends her veil of frost and grey;
Though cruel fate denies my hand the prize,
My spirit wings to thee and finds its way.
When Luna sheds her light upon the deep,
I know thy vision meets her silver gleam;
The wandering winds, who faithful vigil keep,
Shall bear my sighs to haunt thy velvet dream.
The days flow on like rivers vast and cold,
And absence weighs a burden on my breast;
Yet still I guard a flame of ancient gold,
For true love finds in patience all its rest.
Await me, Love, beyond the misty shore,
Our meeting shall seal vows we swore in pain;
Through exile is our passion proved the more,
Till time allows our hearts to beat again.
Echoing the sentiments of the Victorian era, this piece serves as a testament to enduring affection. It suggests that distance is merely a canvas upon which the most resilient loves paint their masterpieces, honoring the quiet strength of the waiting heart.
