I Search For My Love Poem by C R Clark

In the early morning
I search for my love
By the stream and the meadow
I call her name
I look on the mountain
And down in the dell
I search for my love
But to no avail
She’s hiding, she’s hiding
The whippoorwills say
Your love is in hiding
She’s running away
She ran to the woods
When it barely was light
The poor thing was crying
She had been all night
Go back to your bed
And wait for her there
Try not to worry
And do not despair
Your love will come home
For her true love is you
She’ll come to your bed
When her malady’s through

Copyright: C R Clark – 9/3/1981