To the wife that still lives in the future

Dear future wife
I'm not sure if the path to you is laced with trace of pleasure or regret
If you're the treasure that awaits me or the price I'll have to pay
If you'll bring along amity or enmity
If your trip to my life will bring me euphoria or dysphoria
If my journey to you is going to be facile or tedious
If my heart is gonna be pleased or hassled by welcoming you
If your presence is going to be tenuous or make a colossal impact to my life
If you're going to coalesce my almost shattering life or catalyse the process
If living with you is going to be full of smiles or tears
Yet, amidst these uncertainties
Even at my uttermost sobriety, I still yearn for your for arrival
I avidly anticipate your presence in my life
My prayers remain dominated by seeking your fast arrival
Like a child listening to fable, I still wallow in your imagination
Just hoping you are about locating me
Not sure how long more I can wait.
©drabuu