I’ve fallen in.
And fallen out.
Way too many beds.
But my love,
I’ve never stopped
Loving you.
My promise.
Under our oak tree.
I will come.
Back to you.
Eating endless,
miles of dust.
Blowin’ snow.
Blinding my way.
Evening lighting.
Revealing my path.
Your love.
My heart’s compass.
Longing to kiss
Your sweet lips.
Holding you tight.
Never to leave.
Your side.
Ever again.
As the dust clouds fade
Just over
The next hill,
Our oak tree stands
Welcoming.
Me back
To you.
