Soon

She offered me tea from Persia
And soup from Saigon.
She gave me bedding from Egypt
And sang to me all night long.

She presented me coffee from Arabia
And oils from the Chinese coast.
She whispered to me softly
Like I'm one who may boast.

She lay beside my anxious body
And loved me, with passion and heat
Then slept, head on my chest
Yet I should have slept at her feet.

She remained at my side
Through the brightness of the moon.
She promised, one night to return
And please, God make it soon!