To My Husband In The Future Poem by Jigmet Angmo

And a time labyrinthe still lies before the 'I do',
your love is true and warm, know that I love you too.
For 'us' is dangling in the crowd, battered by the froth,
yet I'll nestle the future highs, once out of war and we say our oath.
Destiny, divinity and delight nothing shall crate away the smell of love.
Rampaged them will never know, for hostlity with every pace they shove.
And now that I can anticipate a good start, and of all brace for the wrath,
here's to my husband in the future, from the wife you'll cross your path.