She Waits

I walk through the country green along a simple easy way the land rises up slowly beneath my feet tall green trees line the way hiding all the lies ahead the rustling of their leaves and there scent fills the air the soil lies try and worn along the easy way by the feet of travelers who have journeyed along this way climbing up the mountain side rising up above the trees revealing now what lies ahead on the mountains peak blocks of stone from mountain cut building Castle strong where she waits sitting waiting there for me reaching her side I reach out and gather her in my arms so soft and warm she fits there and belongs always there I continue climbing up to the gate so strong closed unopening to us we together cannot pass