• I sit
    Atop the hill
    Counting the clouds
    Staring, hoping
    Always faithful
    Never faultering
    Always caring
    Never seeing
    Ever defending
    Forever doughting
    A hug and kiss a million miles away
    Can feel as close as your heart
    Always worried
    Always drifting to her
    The pain of thorns
    Can be endured
    For the smell of the petals

    This is love