Will I see you,
before you are shown?
Will I pull at you,
before you yield?

Have you guarded me
in dreaming,
as the maiden,
on my shield?

Have you spent me
in the meeting?
Have you wrestled me
unknown?
I will pull at your
unyielding,
And sense you,
'fore you're shown.


You'll tick my tock,
and spin my clock.


I'll love you,

in to


my own.