A short true story/poem of lovers that kept going dispite the distance that was between them

As I sat alone at the back of the track, thinking of how hard it was to for the nut to be cracked.

The many days I waited for your heart to be hacked, and how bumpy it was for the road that took me to get the flower plucked.

It's so disturbing that you are not close to my sight, but again satisfying when your voice holds me tight at night.

Making the dark areas of my heart get so bright. You know that I love you... right? Don't forget soon I am booking my flight. This love.

By Mary.m