To His Future Wife 15 April, 2022 In whatever town, whatever street, Whatever house, whatever room, She is now, Whether brushing her hair or reading a book, I hope that she is happy. I close my eyes and see her now And seeing her, I wonder how, What cause, what chance Will guide our feet To that same town, to that same street, To that same house, to that same room, Where one day we will meet. And I just hope That I then have the sense to see That we must travel in company, And when we do, I hope I make her happy. Listen to my recording of this poem https://www.fridaypoems.com/wp-content/uploads/2022/04/To-His-Future-Wife.mp3