Dear Margit,

this long voyage,

has brought me to,

St. John's.

You are never,

far from my thoughts,

and my heart,

I long for our reunion.

I will seek a job of work,

and send for you,

to join with me,

forever.

Even separated by such distance,

I feel your presence all about me,

the gentle touch of your hand,

upon my face.

In the general store today,

I noticed a handbill,

for a ship's mate,

in New York.

I will sail in the morning,

to America,

with bag in hand,

my photograph of you beside me.