sdrawkcablla

A man alone,
I traveled.
Carrying nothing,
Across this gravel.

At times it seemed,
I'd walk any path I'd find.
Until I recognized them,
As mine.

I came to find,
I knew every bump,
Along that path.
Every blade of grass,
And creek that flows.

Every tree,
Looked familiar.
Even the dead,
Lye quite peculiar.

Hills I climbed,
Every day.
Never seemed to descend,
But only to rise,
And sway.

Then our paths,
They sum how converged.
There for creating this path,
For us to walk.

This new path,
Has as many,
If not more hills.
But these hills,
Bring something new.

Cause after the top,
There lies a valley.
The road to these,
Are quite reviving.

Even though,
After the valley.
I know there will always,
Be more hills.

Though now the hills,
Are not so bad.
For I have you,
To hold my hand.

A man no longer alone,
I travel.
Carrying our love,
Across this gravel.