To his future wife

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.