With light, in the world, in my heart,

To see you by, there’ll always be hope.

It’s God’s will: you and me – why then even start

To despair, be energy-less, to mope?

A small bundle in warm clothes, dark hair atop

You walk along the street to or from me.

Oh how I long to embrace (and never stop)

The vision – and dear reality

With you – in sight – in heart – mind

Joy – even for me! – is never far behind. 

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