To climb the highest mountain, was to place him at a different view...
As he saw her with his eyes, no picture to confirm the sighting truth...
A prayer to be prayed, through an abundance he cared to be preyed...
Reclusive her actions, wandering at randon from the path she strayed...
Strangely the sounds she made called out his name but in screams...
To have her in his hands was realistically realities dream of a dream...
Still alluring and attractive, the grace she display is something to admire...
As time waits not for man, woe unto him, if he is to let this chance expire...
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