Till We Meet Again Poem by Marien Jacobs

I was waiting for the perfect one
Who would bring me out of coldness, into the sun,
And with first sight, I wonder if it could be you
If what I’m feeling is actually true.

Your loving eyes have warm my heart
And already it was a brilliant start,
Just to see you smile that special way,
Warm as summer on a chilly winter day.

And with a laugh so true and crystal clear,
You wipe away every bit of fear,
And my trust was mend
With no intend.

Your touch so soft and full of care,
Is far more tender than a gentle breeze of air,
And your manners compares with the best
And it’s outstanding from those of the rest.

Your angelic voice, with golden quality,
Is brilliant, and possess no vanity,
And I still hear you say
My name in such a way,

That I can’t help to smile inside
And feel that over difficulties I could glide.
And although we had to say goodbye,
I know I won’t forget you till I die.

And if in the future we might greet,
Let’s say instead: till next time we meet.

(2000)