This Path

This path, overgrown with briar and bramble, Thorns and nettles strewn in disarray, This path leading to your memory, Willingly I walk it everyday This path that hurts not the feet, but the heart, Where roiling streams overflow their banks, And burning cinders mingle with ice, A testimony to Fate's cruel pranks How can such a path lead to paradise, With your kiss waiting at journey's end, And your arms holding me tenderly? Loneliness has taught me to pretend! What pain I must endure to reach you, But this is the path that holds the key That fits the door to a faded past Where you and your love still wait for me