Sweet Brittle Peace

Peace...

Who is he that has permanently made her his?
daily i have longed for her,
with great will and desire,I crave her;
until she visits.
I sought to be her friend,
the one she holds to keep.
Cling to me i pray thee,
tarry... tarry....

Stay; do not leave me desolate
as thou has left a grown up child,
for surely they knew not as sucklings that
you will some day leave.

Wait... Wait... i pray thee,
flee not from this one in whose face you boldly glow.
for in his face i daily behold your warmth,
your love and grace.
until you leave and visit me again
my sweet brittle peace...

Seio.