just the last two stanzas...for st. valentine's sake.
(17 August 2003)
We march to the same music,
and all my life's resolving to this chord;
but I'm still waiting to be introduced.
He's out there somewhere, flying solo
above the grass and underneath the stars;
but he's still got his rib inside of him.
So send your joy and goodness
and love that would trade places with the swine;
but patience might be best to give me first.
Come down and be my portion
in barren valleys and in empty rooms;
and make this Eve more holy and more whole.