A LONESOME JOY

My Darling soon will go to Rome,
Which seems to be so far from home;
More than a week she will be gone,
An absence which I ponder on.

For weeks, I’ve seen her every day;
It seems so good to live that way;
But I’m so glad about this trip
That I am willing that week to skip.

Miss her? yes, I surely will,
But that which helps my heart be still
Is joy I see within her face
As she contemplates that Roman place.

The sights she’ll see, The sounds she’ll hear
Will be a highlight of this year.
Historic finds she’ll talk about
As she describes to me her route.

So I’ll rejoice in her vacation
Far away in another nation;
By God’s grace I will employ
The merit of this Lonesome Joy.
Happy Landings, Sweetheart. Your Orion