A Lover's Trail
Nature's love ways are sometimes cruel but fair;
Balanced charters set with no inspection;
A lover's passage laid for those who dare;
Full hearts so often blind to reflection.
Seek not a path set straight as science rule;
Lucious greenery bathed in brilliance;
Fake thoroughfares may deviate to fool;
And there be Jesters with their dalliance.
Should choices prove this match to be quite true;
Bounties offered up for tough courses stayed;
That cherished patch takes on a purple hue;
And ushers in a time for accolades.
With each desirous step nirvana nears;
And obstacles once troubling set to side;
So knowing this and setting by all fears;
Will you match me then my darling stride for stride.
Copyright © Emmanuel Paul | Year Posted 2016