Excuse my love
for it is a wanderer
and quite
uninspiring.

Too foolish ive been told.
Discoraged by days;
Sun, rain and snow.

Many miles a journey;
Soles to sand, tounge to stone.
Foolish am I?
Not at all.

The barren mountains will break to keep me from hearing your gentle laugh,
Powerful rivers will crash so i may not kiss your soft lips,
Dark valleys would **** me in so i would never be by your side.

The world itself would go against me, keeping me from seeing your beauty with my own eyes.

But I will conquer;
I will endure the pain.
Getting closer to you with every footstep.

I wonder how i may die tomorrow-
accident, choke, stroke,
but dead, nonetheless.

I wish to die in the snow-
Tomorrow is summer though,
And i cannot wait much longer.

Perhaps this day next year-
I can whisper in deaths ear,
And ask for winter once more.