Odyssey

Indeed my lord, I had imagined such
A scene might greet me if I hastened home.
But, being as I am, I think too much,
And far too much for one enforced to roam
Across such distant seas. I cannot spend
My endless hours studying the deep
In contemplation of what life may send
To help my wife into a gentle sleep.
If she is warm without me, who am I
To keep from one I love a useful thing?
If not, why then my lord I wonder why
You urge me so to question if my ring
Will hold her true. And though she should desire
I choose to think she warms her by the fire.