The thing your heart most yearns for lies at hand
Awaiting only this, that you shall make demand.
Have I not worked for all betwixt us two
Since first I saw your love spring into being,
And you became too faint of heart for seeing
That the one peach you longed to garner grew,
Ripened, and mellowed here only for you, for you?
You would have drawn abashed from out my life
Had I permitted; it became my mission
To bring the golden moment to fruition