A girl is staring into me with those blue eyes, sending me a message I fail to decode.
Are they inviting me to come closer?
If only I knew the answer nothing would hold me then…
I opened my eyes, the cold winds are blowing hard, the climb is getting difficult but wait,
I’m almost there. Am I too late?
Has my river found another mountain
and a cabin with horses, yaks, goats and a dog?
Hang on, I’m making my way through the fog and I won’t take too long.
I admit I’m a fellow high maintenance and analytical but still for her I rise beyond the reasons,
wit and logic having my heart unrest, calling my distress, I look up north a bit and some west.
She’s a rare soul and if wants to rain at all then she must without second thoughts do it with all the firepower,
I’m a man of the storm, won’t accept the shower.
Closing my eyes, drowning in my reverie, I imagined the water washing her scent from my chest,
mixing with the soil and fragrance of her hair everywhere.
And I was reading my favourite chapter from my favourite book, again.
I know the story feels incomplete, it was written in a hurry but so is our story.
I want more, but does she want the same?
The universe tells me I’ve found her and I don’t want to explore anymore;
because I know I’ve knocked on the right and my one and only door… Her.