Will Go With My Love

I will walk out and
go with love.
Don't tell me how good that would be,
the consequences dire.
Or, how good should I be, without it, free.
I won't listen, no, no.
I will stand up, hold her hand, forsake you for good.

I will walk out and go-
                                  go with love.

Listen,
No preacher has told me so.
No rocker has swayed me (my heart) with sad crooning at those oblong nights.
But this, this feeling that gnaws a pit (in me)
that I am nothing-
                   nothing without her.

Before I forsake this feeling, I'll forsake you, naive.
Before you say a word (and wield a weary smile),
I will walk out of this place.

And go with my love.