Far Away Poem by Linda Marie Van Tassell

Whenever my days are long,
I strive for that enchanting aria from far away;
and then, when I depart,
I remember that love from so far away.

I keep my faith that the Lord will grant
me to see again my love from far away;
but for every good, it brings
two evils, since it lies so far away.

I abide somber with my head hung low,
so that sweet songs and summer flowers
chill me more than winter frost
as I remember that love from so far away.

How much delight there could be in
joyful words shared with my love so far away.
So many paths would lead me to him,
straight away, though now I'm far away.

I shall leave my love in happy sorrow
if I see my love from far away;
but who knows when that will be
for we dwell in lands so far away.

I shall find no joy in love
but in that love from far away;
for, there could be no greater,
anywhere, whether near or far away.

With my own eyes I long to see
my love from so far away;
and the whole world would become Paradise
if I were with my love from so far away.

My life is miserable without the laughter
from my love so far away;
and I want most what I cannot have,
as in that love from far away.