Flying here and there, far reaching,
Trifle tumultuous, violating,
for absolute freedom, aspiring.
My affection is a wayward thing,
like a child in all innocence, weeping
Clingy, emotional, solvating,
in entire streams--consciously recurring.
My affection is a wayward thing,
Shelter in you, seeking,
And when all the shade moves away,
terror rips the soul, it frayed!
My affection is a wayward thing,
an easy timidity to win over,
a little heart, sweet to melt with supple kindness,
An ice-cream, a bear hug and a compliment today,
My affection is a wayward thing.
