A man who loves woman so much
Hey my friend,
My sweet, gentle, curious friend.
It seems an age since you've talked to me,
Deep words not surface thought.
But you know the secret pathways,
You have the words that open my doors.
It would gladden my heart to hear your soft tread,
Walk those wandering ways again.
Will your pendulum swing back my way?
Or was I always just a little too gay?
You're gentleness has always made me feel weak.
I don't mind feeling that way for you.