Do not think because I have a roving eye
that I am any less in love with you.
A knowing wink, a bashful smile, a haughty stare, 
these are the terra incognita
which I, beauty’s student, must needs explore.
But like Raleigh in Guiana, in search of El Dorado,
thinking of his Bess,
or Daniel Boone in Kentucky,
it is you I am thinking of, always,
and it is to you I will, Odysseus-like, return.
Hear Jerry/Lucius read this poem. This poem is part of the Scraps of Faith collection of poems.Keywords:
Sir Walter Raleigh, Elizabeth Trockmorton, abiding love, loyalty