My love cannot find me. He has gone to fight the wicked beasts. <br />However that may be, I'll wait for him in Beulah’s well at least. <br /> <br />He calls to me, from my heart, in the gentle light of my quiet day. <br />Oh how my heart longs for him; thus, while he is so very far away. <br /> <br />I calm myself to listen; though while the ocean's tide comes in. <br />As with 'the song of Solomon, ' I'm weary of love's Love, again...<br /><br />ArmourQuill Hunter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/my-love-has-gone/
