Could I miss you?

    

                                                       

Whither you betake yourself              

Thither if I don’t rush myself,            

What you long for in bosom               

That if I delay to present, and                    

When you for thirst seek water           

Then if I fail to turn a spring,               

Could I say that I do love you?           

If I did, could I miss you, dear?          

20.06.2004