Weak mountain and flowers.

chadwick

Pleasure, getting to know you has been a pleasure for me.
I’ll never-ever forget who you are to me, to the world.
What you mean to me fills everything empty inside my soul.
You simply fill the emptiness I call my life.
And walking away from you will never be done, I cannot.
My heart shares nothing with anything or anyone that’s as special as you are.
Like a patient mountain in time I shed tears under every moon not moving with the winds that blister my surface.
And yet like a flower I am growing impatient blooms across my skin.
And I try so hard to remain beautiful for you.
But I feel I am dying, dying, dying.
Death to my floral body.
Again my pleading pleads to be the mountain of tolerance once more.
This is where I’ll grow you my enduring blooms of time, our time.
And I am your every weakened mountain flower.