Where have you gone?

Where have you gone, oh my master my love?

I never have shifted, though always a-move.

Where is your touch, oh my master my dear?

My arms never falter, though lighter than air.

Where is your kiss, oh my master so kind?

It still says I love you, ne'er fails to bind.

When shall we know love, oh my master my own?

Seek only my will, and forever we're one.

© John McNeil. All rights reserved.
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