The silent pleas of reason cannot stop
Her heart from missing what is dear to her.
Her worries will be calmed if he would drop
By to visit and say he does not err.

Her mind would wander less if it would just
Stop wondering how he fares somewhere else.
The glass will be cleaned of the fuzzy dust,
All will be clear, just as it was once felt.

Her hands would stop their fretting if they had
Something to hold on to other than hope.
Doubt will fade away when both are so glad
Hand intertwined, a warmth binds them like rope,

Yearning is a powerful emotion,
like searching for land in the middle of the ocean.

You can't turn back,
because this road is all you'll ever have.