the mountain air is quite crisp

and the smell of maples and pine

fills their lungs with something brand new.


At 2066 high

where the land meets the bright blue sky

and birds dare to spread wings and soar,

where they can see everything.


At 2066 feet

two young hearts begin to beat,

for perhaps the very first time,

together as love starts to grow.


Up at 2066,

above the crunching of dry sticks,

you can hear two souls come to see

without each other, they can’t be.



Hopeless Romantic

I am a hopeless romantic,

extra emphasis on hopeless.

I believe there is love out there

that could save me from the darkness,

then again chivalry is dead.

Men don’t bring you flowers just because.

They don’t go out of their way to

plan surprises to make your day.

Guys don’t care to take a moment

to slow down and dance in the rain.

They don’t stop to look in your eyes

and savor time before a kiss.

It’s just relationships without

any real hope of commitment.

These dudes don’t think about romance.

It is a different day and time,

but I won’t settle for lazy.

Men must go the extra mile.

I want to live a love story.

I want whirlwind.  I want crazy.

I want to be swept off my feet.

I’m a hopeless romantic

and I am worth all the effort.