All the years of wanting and waiting,
all the ages of hurting and paining,
all the hungering, thirsting desire
took only this letter to put out the fire.
"My darling," you've said, "I hope you're relieved
to know that the local laws are agreed;
I cannot return till my five years are over,
to roll you in hay, and hug you in clover."
"You're free to marry, whomsoever you please,
to settle down, have children, sow a few seeds,
And P.S.,I almost forgot to describe
the lovely young lady I've taken for bride.”
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One Life in Lines of Poetry
