a love poem

you pick a mountain
and decide okay,
she's the one, and go.
but it's not easy getting
to the top, the incline
at first is slight,
and the footing solid, but
the closer you get,
the steeper it is to
reach the peak, the air
is thinner, it's colder,
there is ice to deal
with, weather changes,
and the chances of
survival are less, but
you keep at it, you want
to get there, to be at
the place where there
is no place left to go.
satisfifed and full
with this mountain
that you chose.