If I lived in Australia and he in Singapore
We'd see each other once a year
hardly ever more
We'd own a ranch in Mexico
and a yacht in Waikiki
We'd use it on alternate trips
when we felt like living free
The phone bill would be quite maxed out
at cyber love we'd soar
we'd always be the best of friends
and never need to score
Our beds would never be the same
our fireplace share no flames
no room for all that rubbish
or playing silly games
The anticipation of communion
always in our minds
leads to so much passion
of a very different kind
So love the way I see it
could never end up stale
for when two loves never meet
they live to tell the tale
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
My husband loved this poem, most especially! Theodora Onken