Roam Troubadour, Roam
In earnest I would comb the earth
Through desert, mountain, forest, firth
Cross highlands, lowlands, rolling hills
Swim oceans, rivers, fjords, and kills
All to find out where you are
No distance is too great or far
That isn't worth the trodden way
To be with you at end of day
My love is with a passion quite
Enough to make the darkest night
As bright as daytime, all things seen
So clear, no thing can contravene
And though I walk now by myself
My deepest feelings on the shelf
They're all still there, restrained yet strong
Oh Bluebird, how for you I long
I have so much yet to unpack
Poems, love songs, none I lack
I write for you, it's easy to
My heart composes them on cue
Patience Love, sit, wait and see
In case someday she flies to me
Until such time that day may dawn
We'll roam across this world alone
Copyright © Andres Luis Bigote | Year Posted 2023
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