I am only one, but if I were with another As of yet not , so my mind does wander Become of old, to be a bother Suppose I always chance an offer Those of us hope not to suffer The restless search one must proffer kindling to warm thy heart from eerie squalor In gratitude, Would I greet a passing stranger? Friendship squalls break out from lengthy slumber Upon my request for someone to fall in there with me Until I find her, here seems lonely to be My unconditional attendance opens the door for my true absentee.