I would walk a mountain’s path
However deep, or cold, or long;
I would write the finest sonnet
– or the sweetest song,
If that was what love called me so to do.
I endure, and oft surprised
By all my love would give to you.
A young man’s lifetime I have given
An old man’s lifetime stored inside;
And all between, and in the meanwhile,
– smiles, and whispers nuzzling pride;
Shared work, vibrant embraces – but, my love, till then
Endurance that would scale the highest mountain,
or would write the sweetest love song by it’s pen.