Ever the wanderer
I need a homemaker
Every time I return
She makes my passions yearn.
Ever the hopeless light
I cannot bear her sight
For she shirks not one thing.
Always close; Awaiting
So I flee my mansion
And curse my own station
To have shown me her grace
Beyond the long white lace.
Thus, I seek to forget
That maid which so awaits.
What, I do not know yet,
And leave love to the fates.
When I did return there
I Held her with courage
and asked her for marriage;
In union most fair.
She blushed and fleed far
Alone, I found my bar
And drunk away my shame
Of my dreams with my dame
Till I hear the thunder
Along dawn's sweet luster
Of my abode's ringer
Rung by my green beauty
Said she'd love for a date
If it wasn't too late
A maid could not say yes
But, free she could confess
Of a lover waiting
For her beloved king
Of a lover counting
On his pure heart's yearning