love will call you by name
in it's dulcet tones
briars and brambles you once trod
will give way to pathways of loam

though your eyes are almost closed
and your ears are shut
soon the hand that riles the world
will poke you in your pale gut

there will be no archers, naked and fat
there will be no orchestra swells
when you hear love's lucid and elegant cry
there will be no pealing of bells

when it starts, starts to call
you will turn your head
and for the inaugural time
you'll shake off the shackles of dread

there will not be a whisper or yelp from afar
there will not be a word calm and coy
for when love calls your name it will ring bright and full
like a bungle call through the white noise