I can hardly number the adventures,
the places still waiting;
perhaps truer the places to escape.
A train, a plane, a make shift raft
through flooded path of rain;
the way never enough to hault the call.
Still I wait.
For any escape or adventures place,
is merely just beautiful space without you
and your determined face;
Another scenic theft of breath,
destined to fade, alone a spade is a spade.
Give laugher, adventure, perspective not haste,
seeing all things just how I do, before your version brand new;
so that's the true escape, our journey;
for what's an adventure without you.
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For You: though unsure will you care, or have love and forgiveness enough to share with me.
©
©landrou
L