An Irish Airman Forsees His Death

I know that I shall meet my fate
Somewhere among the clouds above;
Those that I fight, I do not hate,
Those that I guard I do not love;
My country is Kiltartan Cross,
My countrymen Kiltartan poor,
No likely end could bring them loss
Or leave them happier than before.

Nor law, nor duty bade me fight,
Nor public men, nor cheering crowds,
A lovely impulse of delight
Drove to this tumult in the clouds;
I balanced all, brought all to mind,
The years to come seemed waste of breath,
A waste of breath the years behind
In balance with this life, this death.

----W.B. Yeats----

....Wishes

I wish I could
In every moment, each day
Take your hands and
Guide you all along the way.

I wish I could
Hold you close to me
Smell your sweet breath
And kiss your lovely lips.

I wish I could
All through the night
Caress your beautiful body,
Shining in the pale moonlight.

I wish I could
Give you all that you desire
Exchange my happiness
With your darkest fears.

I wish I could
Lie by you all the time
Our lives would be full of flowers
Blessed with eternal sunshine.

I wish I could
Make you hear my heart beat
And let you know
You are living in every part of it.

I wish I could
Make you and me a cherished love story
Studded with deep attraction
And go down as famous in History.

I wish a lot of things,
All of them seldom come true
One wish I pray to have
The wish - I could have you!