I write to you, my darling love, emotions felt most tenderly; I read anew the words you wrote upon your latest scroll to me. I keep them all together, love, precious collection - all apart - outpourings of the dream we share from your dearest, purest heart. I wait for you and you alone, no other one will ever be as treasured as you always are, God's sweetest gift on earth to me. My world is quiet, seasons change; I write my heart upon the stars in hopes you read the messages in the midnight skies where you are. I pray that God will keep you safe upon your journey for our king; the day your ship sails into port will set cathedral bells to ring. But no bells will peal more loudly or with more melodious art than the bells that your returning will set to singing in my heart. Copyright, August 1, 2014 Faye Lanham Gibson