Bad Love

Stooping
Standing
Wishing
Wild
So much anguish
With joy so mild

Walking
Running
Leaping
Far
Stalking the moon
Following a star

Wearing
Washing
Sewing
Nay
Milking the light
Holding your hand if I may

Too fast, can’t catch, what a feeling in tow
Asking for your hand and hearing a ‘no’