With want I watch the hunter and his dear.

His delight; unfaltering, does not cease.

A mere goodbye; you help me in my fleece-

Out to the woods, to the cold morning’s air.

Hunting for my dear, I see only deer.

So many fish in the sea; none suit me.

Tear in eye, thoughts on you, I fall to knee.

For none could I care; nor could I adhere.

Weary and defeated, I stumble home.

On the porch, in your dress, pale and yellow

You sit, so simple, so radiant; I know

For the world I would not leave you alone.

I never should have walked out that front door-

I’m sorry; I love you; I want nil more.