Does it turn you on to run away?
When I move towards you for a kiss,
It is not the journey I love; I miss
You, so I move towards you; what could be simpler than this?
If you are more complicated,
And it excites you to run away,
Shall I run? Then you wouldn’t stay.
I have waited five years for the sun
To show me your face below.
Where has the sun gone? Do you know?
Has it rained this long?
Do you think I was wrong
To complain love was slow?