In days gone by there have been times
when the noose of love has avoided me
I can tell from your smile there is not time
for love here in a while.
I do not care for it you cry
there is no time to be good in here
the cooking pot is fresh and I need flesh
not motive and feeling and care
I look at you good and meaning
you listen I see in your eyes
have no fear this is the beginning
of a work and deed most endear.