Love is like a mountain pathway,
Filled with many dips and bends;
And the urge to scale this mountain,
Never, ever really ends.
Once, I met a modest maiden
And she lit some inner fire,
Lifting me to near nirvana;
Love, oh love, such sweet desire.
All to soon she left, departed
From my life of grateful bliss.
Took from me those wondrous moments;
We can't deny death's final kiss.
Could I, should I seek another?
Yes, and once again I sup
Life's sweet nectars and the taste
Of chocolates in my coffee cup.
Love is like a mountain pathway,
To it's height we should aspire;
As we walk along this byway,
Love, oh love, such sweet desie.
Joseph Anderson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/speaking-of-love-2/
