Noelle White

 Come Again, Sweet Love …. August 2007

 
 
By Noelle White
 
My own sweet love, do you recall
Those walks along the beach
Our future undecided then
A marriage out of reach.
 
-oOo-
 
Our work would keep us worlds apart
Before love could come again
That Christmas in Australia
The last till who knew when.
 
-oOo-
 
How would we know, how could we tell
That fate would intervene
And we would be together soon
Despite our fears unseen.
 
-oOo-
 
In Java Qantas filled your days
In London I survived
With only daily aerogrammes
To keep our love alive.
 
-oOo-
 
Four months, three days, the cable came,
"I’m heading back down under!"
So much to do, to sort and pack
No time to sit and wonder.
 
-oOo-
 
The day I left, the sun shone bright
By Speedbird New York bound
Across the States, across the seas
Half the world around.
 
-oOo-
 
And there you were, my own sweet love
With roses in your hand,
A smile as wide as the harbour Bridge,
What a welcome to your land.
 
-oOo-
 
After many years of strife and care
I shall never forget that day
And that extra special happy time
When I returned to stay…..
 
 
 

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