Greedy.

I want to run away:
To start anew
To be alone and not be lonely
To have immediate and great virtue that I can call my own.

I want a man to take my hand:
To call me his wife
To build with me a home
To give me seed and plant my garden of children.

I want a direction I can take:
A passion I can make grow
Wisdom, and glory, and admiration.
And I want it all in the middle of a community that I can call "home".

I want to quit waiting.

I want to hear your voice calling me "child".
I want to feel your hand wildly moving me about.
I want your breath on my neck, and your heart in my ear.
I want you nearer.