I was delighted,

Got over-excited,

‘Bout flying to you, my dear.

But now l’m forlorn,

Inside l do mourn,

For take-off is yet half a year!

I imagined our meeting,

Our somewhat shy greeting,

A light touch of hands at the first,

But now l’m forlorn,

Inside l do mourn,

As for six months more l must thirst!

Oh my dear, l’m so lonely

For you, you my only.

I’ll try to calm down, yes l will.

I will be more mature,

This long present endure,

For you face is my light burning still!