Shilo, when I was young, I used to call you name.
When I need my wife or when I need companionship or someone to talk to, I need it, like, now. So my wife will have to give up whatever she's doing at that moment to tend to my needs. And in the same way, I would tend to hers. That's not such an easy thing to do.
But you make me sing like a guitar humming . . .
I am, I cried. I am, I said. And I am lost.
The art of love is who you share it with.
Then come and as we lay, beside this sleepy glade, there I will sing to you my Longfellow serenade.