'Wish me good luck, '
as I watch you leave again.
A promise to write,
maybe to call, if there's time.
And here I sit,
waiting,
wishing,
praying for your safe return.
Pigs could fly between now and then.
Hell could freeze over.
Armageddon could come and go.
But my heart won't beat steady time until you're back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem