Maria Will Be Here Poem by August W. Landing

She shall be coming on this date.
First I pray, then i wait;
And beg the road afar my gate
To bring her quick to me.

Pretty angel, sweet and true,
Priceless calm as morning dew,
Fair as gold and much more worth-
Heavens whispered at her birth:

She is beautiful,
She is calm.

I met her before I knew her,
And knew her before I met her.
Cold at first, then warm as sun
All my earth in she undone.

I shall sing and jump and rejoice,
To feel again her voice.
Soft as passion, tender and wise,
Lost and found inside her eyes.

And I shall give her a hug.
Or shall I kiss?
A hole inside my heart she dug.
And tell of my eternal miss:

For it is you i miss-
It is you i miss.