I shall be your mountain

reaching for heaven in proclamation

of my adoration for you

should you ever need to feel

my love

only look up

I am here.

When the season comes for you

to reign upon my summit

a dazzling display awaits you

brilliant blossoms

will burst forth

to appease your gaze.

Wild honey will flow forth for fulfillment

of your sweet lips

and secret springs will bubble

from cool depths

so never will you thirst, my love

And should you tire,

I will make you a bed of Heather

to lay in.

I will hold you up high

in my fortress of safety

and never will your rest

be troubled…

So it will be

when the season comes

for your to reign

on my summit.

Until then,

I shall be your mountain

loving you from afar

should you ever need

to feel my love

only look up.

–A Justin Baker –2006

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