There was a criminal along the pilgrimage,
nicknamed the "Escapee", who had taken advantage
of his impulses once, the crime of which he was accused.
His plea of defense against manslaughter refused.
His sentence seemed a small price to pay for what his wife's
fate would’ve been had he not willed his fists. His life's
devotion is to his love, to her world, to treat her well.
Thoughts of her, of home, consumed his being in the cell
walls day after day. Images of his short brown hair
matching his handsome face with deep-set eyes, against her fair
skin in a prolonged embrace caused his determination
to return to her. He wondered of her condition
in health, and of who he would find, a changed woman? Nay,
she would be the same tender heart as ever. And "Stray
thee no more," she would sing, "my dear love, come back to me."
To honor his promise, jail suit and all, a love that is free.