I want you

I want you when the shades of eve are falling
And purpling shadows drift across the land;
When sleepy birds to loving mates are calling—
I want the soothing softness of your hand.

I want you when the stars shine up above me,
And Heaven’s flooded with the bright moonlight;
I want you with your arms and lips to love me
Throughout the wonder watches of the night.

I want you when in dreams I still remember
The ling’ring of your kiss—for old times’ sake—
With all your gentle ways, so sweetly tender,
I want you in the morning when I wake.

I want you when the day is at its noontime,
Sun-steeped and quiet, or drenched with sheets of rain;
I want you when the roses bloom in June-time;
I want you when the violets come again.

I want you when my soul is trilled with passion;
I want you when I’m weary and depressed;
I want you when in lazy, slumberous fashion
My senses need the heaven of your breast.

I want you when through field and wood I’m roaming;
I want you when I’m standing by the shore;
I want you when the summer birds are homing—
And when they have flown I want you more and more.

I want you, dear, through every changing season;
I want you with a tear and with a smile;
I want you more than any rhyme or reason—
I want you, want you, and want you— all the while.

ARTHUR L. GILLOM