My scattered, aimless steps
Through so many lonely places
Are mingled with thoughts
That bring tears to my eyes,
And the more I called out
The less I feel I've been heard.
Yet, I don't know when I will have it better.
I have not held my steps so precious
Nor my spirit so numb
As through the barren mountains and rocks
Of the search for my beloved.
My eyes and ears are sharp,
My speech is quick and open,
But from my beloved, not so much as half a word
My reaction to others
Has been that there is no one
Who comes close to your value.
I am patient with all others;
but, it is for you that I wait.
So, in this I am resolved:
To respect all, but to love only one.