What I want is to write like this.

Want
by George Gunn

What I want from you is the long open road
and the dying swan of freedom

No small hour talk that I'll forget
In the late morning when work begins.

What I want from you is the colour
of the sky in late July

when Summer yawns and is tired
and the nights warm with hope.

What I want from you is to be bright
In the sad black days of no Sun

What I want from you is not much
What I want from you is the secret smile

reserved for lovers when the world
shivers under its power.