FROM WINDSWEPT HEATHS to hills consumed in flame from lofty peaks to beaches decked with foam to coastlines lying far off from my home from alpha to omega of your name the archer in my soul has taken aim to hit on rhyming couplet for this poem and irrespective of how far we roam the end and the beginning are the same at any moment your beloved may arrive like castaway upon a shore so hold aloft a lantern night and day and listen for her footsteps at your door and trust in her that she will find the way and then you’ll not be parted anymore
Beautiful, tender and loving. Thank you Max