return of the native

I've been far from
the madding crowd
in a novel way..
some scene of sharpen blades,
and the trick
that lovers play
when they dally with..
your heart..
and confuse the truth
with basic honesty..
that he truly loved her
in whatever state she finds..
yet they're trapped
with what society expects..
or what we have our hearts mind set..
Bathsheba..
a ragged skirt in a man's world..
and he would love her again at first sight..
Find me a man, far from the madding crowd..
I'm sick of these sheep I tend.