To the noisy cricket outside my door...

To the noisy cricket outside my door:

I hear your protest to the night

A longing felt, no answer in sight

However you try, every day to fight,

Feelings of longing are forever your plight

Fear not little soul, your hour is nigh

For your future holds love, true but shy

Hold it tender and with great care

True love is a blossom which most won't share

Precious and pure as it is true

This wonderous love will see you through

So darling cricket, as I turn off my light,

I bid you adieu and to thine own heart...

Keep tight.