I write love to hear the V in my head.
And I love when I'm unwanting.
Unwanted I scowl and indulge for a while; too long then I say when's enough.
Take less; make room for my soul to grow inside.
Takes but two days then it's time to watch my pride.
Then I indulge anew, now for just long enough.
Things get so simple then, I can make the proper call.
Time then's an easy friend: God nods and simply says:
"You need to help someone, using courage son, be alert.
Hear are your ears back, hear the wrinkle, smooth it down.
When a good and proper Son, you become your reward.
Stay that way long enough I will send you your girl.
She will be very smart and the loveliest in the world.
But with every sweet reward you must become something more.
She's so good she's all you'll see at times but my Son, don't forget the rest.
Make time for everyone you know it's not fun to be left out.
Sail your jig so steadily, magnificent leave the sea to me."