The Search For True Love

I cobble a path to your door Its road was winding Ascending Mountains footsore Neath, Starlight, guiding. I hack through dark rainforests Following a mud stream Affronted by stinging hornets Love, all but a dream: I walked on hot desert sand That kept zigzagging, This opalescent moonlit land Icy left cliffhanging. I fjord a river homeward Where my heart should live Crossed ice plains, a snowbird Never-more-alive..? I came to your oaken door And lay there prostrate On my knees, now some 70 yrs. score But, still was blind stargazed.