Being close to you is such a pain
Being far is equally too much
Time 's wasted… jealousy restrained
Awaited is the final touch…
When windows break and doors ajar
When milk is running out of pan…
I'll stay alone apart afar…
My Lord, will you me understand?
Will you be sobbing by the mead
Or splashing anger all around?
Will you be mean? Will you be sweet
Or beasting me like freaky trout?
I'm kneeling by the feet of God
And stretching hands for your solutions…
I will obey…I will accept…
If love grows vain on short prelusions …