Dear John, Deer Lady
On the forest edge young beautiful and wild though you call singing of love, so subtly mild with your long dark locks you offer caress Doe’s eyes all a mist and cleaving breast So often, did I failed the test when I was young leaping upon chance take the dance then run On the forest edge young beautiful and wild though you call singing, so inviting you smiled Growing wiser in this world of so many tracks some to better days, some you never come back, So now I know where I and you have trod behind I see skin deep beauty something odd On the forest edge young beautiful and wild I reject you now, your offer of love is standing wiled So the younger may learn not to follow your wind rose Show them who you are a wolf wearing deer clothes Tearing many a young men’s heart, running like a hart singing of love so subtly mild, smiling teeth bloody tart On the forest edge young beautiful and wild mended heart running true for I am God’s child
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