(I Samuel 25)
If you loved me,
would you come for me if I ran?
If I gave in to the beckoning span
of the lonely wilderness,
fled for the peace my heart has sought,
would you—? But long enough
my heart has asked these
lonely questions. Long it has taught
me of your wild and foolish nature,
your stubborn ways, of your rough
and speedy temper.
Once I was so foolish as to think
I could love you, you were so
shrewd then as to strike the deal, to link
our lives with chains that weigh
upon my soul. So long is hope
deferred that my heart grows sick
Once I thought you might love me—
I am too wise for that now.