I would cut all ties and say my goodbyes,
and head up and over to Iceland.
Where I’d stay a while, backpacking style,
then eventually find a home there.
In my dear Iceland where, everyone shares,
and everyone there is friendly,
will I live and die, not having to say goodbye,
to anyone but my family.
If I could survive, I’m sure I would thrive,
on that little island in the ocean.
Living by the sea, where I can just be,
exactly what I was meant to.
My dear, when we get there, and the plane lands,
know it will be hard for me to return.
To a place that is busy, where no one even sees me,
where the only thing worth surviving for is you.
To my loved and so loving boyfriend, dearest and closest friend, and fellow Icelandic traveler, Jeff!
Can NOT believe he is taking me to Iceland!