Give her my greetings when you meet
and when you see her mellow smile
I beg no words or news of me
in loosely gossiped heartthrob style.
Don't hustle me, don't bare my fears,
don't state uncovered thoughts I spoke
or mirthy tales of lover's cheer -
that's not the way I see my hopes
that's not the way that she should hear.
I know I'll soon take down my tent
her soul inside in dreams so clear.
The space outside is my lament;
her answer still my greatest fear.