I do believe that I'm finished for a time,
tired of longing after other lands,
and other climes in search of something
I know deep within, I have known
and had all along.

That place is my home
a home that I've always known
and always measured my loves by;
green fields rolling into a valley,
and a great mountain filling
up the horizon.

I wish to know where you have come from,
wonder if you remember what New York was,
or if the death of your grandmother
meant far more than you let on.

I left a cheap vase full of white
carnations on your desk for a reason,
and it had nothing to do with the affection I feel for you,
just a simple gesture,
a minor hoping happiness for you.

There are such things as a world yet undiscovered,
and yes, I get that you refuse to date a man
younger than you, but for ****'s sake,
you don't even know me?!