A hermit fell in love with my face
Can a problem like this be embraced?
He looked at my eyes
Till he was advised
Staring too much causes rage.
The real problem is hermits need space
They prefer distance to an embrace.
So they live in a dream
A fantasised scene.
A state which cuts off love and grace.
Like an animal once subject to abuse
They wander on the edge as they muse
We must look at them slantwise
Not argue when they fantasise
Run away when they blow their own fuse.
How my heart sings 