Wherefore thou art, when thou aren't near?
In dreamland, in drumland, without care
So he says to me the live long day o' my
Harassing me until I am near fit to cry
Teasing my senses, goosing my flesh, vexing
Me to no end with his Shakespearian sexing
Quoting of this that and thou veriest other
Til I must threaten to tattle to his mother
Today I come and here he is not; no matter
An easier day without that teasing flatter
Yet the time drags on, though the work done
Promptness, courtesy, p.c. behavior; no fun!
Wherefore thou art, when thou aren't near?
It's tone is joking, but it's impetus fear
Did I succeed in driving him away finally?
That teasing darling I watched so blindly?
Why couldn't I see the truth now oh so clear?
We always worry most, what we most hold dear
A man too shy to tell me his feelings bold
In a hundred small gestures thought them told
Wherefore thou art, when thou aren't near?
How do I find again what I thought not dear?
Why would he come back, after being spurned?
Or is this to tease and final lesson learned?
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