I fear the sun, the heat of day,
The dark of night, the cold.
I fear the waning of the moon,
And terrors yet untold.
I much prefer to stay indoors,
I hate the horse and sail.
But you care not for home or hearth -
Your love is for the trail.
I do not live for wandering,
Or Mother Nature's wrath.
But ere you leave my fireside, love,
I'll follow in your path.
For Love of a Wanderer by White Rabbit4
Poetry » Love Rated: K, English, Poetry, Words: 75, Favs: 1, Published: 12/16/2003
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