To Be Yours

Ancient Wonder
I confess to thee
That you have wandered
Oh, my love
Back and forth without me
And I forgave the midnight blue
The curse of bitterness
No touch for a caress
When to hold you so close
I would have suffered more 
And not less
In thy wake I pledged
No acceptance on which to delay
And you became the shadow that
I casteth away; Harsh reality
I beckon. My solemn vow.
That you, Oh, my Love
Will find me somehow.