I never really felt aware Of how a woman wore her hair, Or whether her eyes were brown or blue. Never -- until I met you!
I never thought I'd be content Unless I was free wherever I went, Or knew how much a home could mean. Never -- till you graced the scene.
But now my heart’s no longer free, For you have wrought a change in me, And I shall never want to roam. Never -- while you wait at home!
A man looks back at who he used to be and finds that love has rewritten him. In each stanza the speaker admits to a former indifference: he never noticed a woman's hair or the color of her eyes, and he never imagined he could be happy unless he was free to wander wherever he liked. Then comes the turn. Every stanza ends on the same pattern, a flat "Never" followed by a dash that opens onto the person who changed everything.
The mood is warm, light, and a little playful. The simple rhymes and bouncy rhythm make the poem feel like a cheerful confession rather than a grand declaration. The final stanza shows the biggest shift. Freedom, once his highest value, now seems like something he gladly gave up, since the idea of roaming no longer tempts him. What holds him now is the thought of someone waiting at home.