At times,
I hid,
shadowed,
society,
seemingly,
ice cold.
Instinctively,
along pavements,
I walked,
in search,
of the sun.
Honest,
em' pavements,
are mean,
bare footed,
crossing between,
each aligned pebbles.
Crowds,
they gathered,
staring,
I persevered,
faithfully.
Finally,
one little step,
I tripped,
helplessly,
lying flat.
There,
you stood,
your eyes,
determined,
little by little,
I climbed up.
And there on,
you accepted,
my reach,
walking,
through,
these pavements,
and forever,
my amour,
you shall remain.
