My beloved meets me halfway and teases the rest of the way
to my heart. I lace up my hiking boots and find a way
through the forest, woods, fording along the way
to the place hidden deep in the brush along the way.
Not there. Elusiveness drives me to distraction in a way
and even a compass and topographical map don’t reveal a way
to your heart. So I have decided late in the day just to stay,
come what may, in one place and wait for love to come my way.
But the sky turns dark, the clouds stay with rain coming this day,
And I, the fair weather lover, will pursue my love in another way.