she steps out of that aeroplane
she runs across the field
a whisper down that airy lane
nothing unconcealed
he's waiting in that great big hall
he doesn't know her look
afraid that she is much too tall
from the guts it took
just meet me now and not tomorrow
and hug me right away
no fears, no rue, no grief, no sorrow
kisses, if I may
to you over there
back in time
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This is actually the first poem of this diary.
The others have been gathered for completion.