Is it a tribute or betrayal when
Turning from all the sweet, accustomed ways,
I leave your lips and eyes to seek you in
Some other face.

Why am I searching after what I have?
And going far to find the near at hand?
I do not know. I only know I crave
To find you at the end.

I only know that love has many a hearth,
That hunger has an endless path to roam,
And beauty is the dream that drives the earth
And leads me home.