Last night she walked into my world,
her touch so soft, so sure,
last night she reached across the mile,
and whispered such sweet a word,
a frozen door
closed by the hands of greed
To many hours spent upon the road,
my return, a most lonely entrance,
times separation has left empty space,
leaving need of wanting eminence.
And in love of all
arms shall wrap holding thee deep
and yee shall have dance
In presence of the multitude,
I have shown barring no gift,
For what hath I worth thy child......