Love, take me with you,
Anywhere far that you knew,
To lovely spring, to inspiring summer,
Or even the aloof, distant winter.
Anywhere but now and here,
For I fear my ire.
So I beg on my knees:
Hold my hand close to yours,
Pull me closer to the shore
Of the promised land, where I may adore
Anyone that chooses me in kindness,
In pity, or in silly romances.
Shape or form do not interest me—
All I wish is company.
Make me snow, if you may,
I would wait for the sun to melt me away.
How beautiful, how vain,
Would life be without this pain
Of restriction and loneliness,
And I too would possess
A smile sweet with evening
Or the groggy greeting of the morning.
But alas, such wishes never pass,
Just as the mango never flies but falls