by happening fish » 10/15/2005, 1:08 pm
Long Distance Love
(a sonnet for my dearest lady wife, Bethany)
Though far from here, within a distant land
With foreign people, far removed from me,
My love is close. She never fears to be
forgotten or abused; I hold her hand
from miles away, reminding her to stand
A little taller than the tallest tree.
And though there is a man in Tennessee
Who thinks that she will love him on command,
My love for you is of a different sort.
Mere distance has no pull. For what is love
but closeness of my heart to yours? Right here,
Or twenty thousand miles- these are but
The arbitrary sums of men, my love.
In other realms, our hearts are always near.