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.