Holding you tight

Traversing through the wild strolls

Possessing your innocent soul

Through these lush green growth

I wished you mine

Em-bark on a journey,

Through uncharted territories

The pleasure will always be mine

Watching these leaves

Wither away,

As they mature its

Self from green to hay

It’s that rush that keeps me alive

Traversing across tramped stroll

The journey is often missing its pinch worth's gold

The amusement lies treading those fresh stroll.

Watching you sleep tight,

Tired from the mysteries that we sparked at light

The journey's worth every stroll

These ticks from top to stroke

Urges me to make you mine