I'm a college girl, they say, sophisticated and 
	  scholarly,
          A woman of the world, religiously independent--
	  Yet, I gaze here through the curtained panes.
                The pale gray mist, nightly enveloping
                      the lighted city, is lifted
                Gently by the soft sunbeams that peek
                      across the campus landscape.
     But the invisible barrier separates me still
          From my beloved.
                           The blue-purple hills
          That meet the clouds--he is far, far beyond.
He is entranced, lost in the enchantment
     Of her spell--she, who has stolen his heart
     And dares to keep it.
				            'Tis in a green valley,
          With wild flowers and clear breezes;
          They laugh, they work, they sleep,
          For she is simple.
                             He adores her very spirit.
Together they share life's joys, life's secrets.
For many months she has claimed him; she has known
                 The beat of his heart, the pulse
                       of his sighs.
          His affection, his loyalty, 
						his devotion he gave
                 To her, his own pride.
                                        But no more.
He graduates.
              Today he leaves her, nothing
     Save a rosy memory to torture our blood.
I saw how he looked at her, how she was part
     Of him, how every nerve and muscle responds
     To her bidding.
                     You say it's jealousy.
     I only know I love him; she has no right
     To hold him, to wrench his soul from mine.
When can I laugh in long-awaited tears of fulfillment
     And see her give him up, give him back
          Into my arms, into my embrace, where
		   He belongs?
                      She is no saint, although
          Her name reflects it.
				          Tonight, at last,
He shall be mine!
                  And then, beyond the purple hills,
     She must live without him, without his smile,
          Without the touch of his hand, or the sound
                  Of his voice.
                                Without the dedicated
                  Sacrifice, the years of his life
                  That he has given her.
          He's coming home to me! Am I dreaming?
     Yet, shall she not retain his loyalty and pride? 
	  Shall she not
          Find her spot forever in the heart that he
          Would promise to me?
                               Shall we share eternally
                  Our minds with unwelcome reminiscence?
I am young as well; my charm lies as a pearl
                  In a field of diamonds.
                                          She is
     A many-sided gem, sparkling and glowing
     In his dreams.
                    Our destiny shall not be left to her.
     She, San Pasqual, must relinquish him,
     And I will take him, hold him, cherish him--
                               And love him... 

--6/1/64