If you truly love me, then these are some of the ways that lead to my heart.

                                  ...I...

The Genesis of the Waking Dream

Not in the mists where quiet slumbers stray,

But in the fierce, demanding light of day,

A dream takes root, a fervent, vibrant spark,

That banishes the quiet, brooding dark.

It pulls your gaze, it steals your precious rest,

A burning whisper deep within your breast.

No fleeting wish, no idle, hopeful sigh,

But purpose etched against a boundless sky.

It haunts the dawn, through weary, moonless night,

A beacon in the fading, lonely light.

                              ....II...

 The Indispensable Act of Courage

A bold  desire, the sacred seed is sown,

For greatness whispered, intimately known.

But sterile earth yields naught, however grand,

And seeds need deluge, furrowed by the hand.

They need the storm, the struggle, raw and strong,

And courage where the bravest souls belong.

To stride through shadows, desolate and deep,

While doubts like serpents, softly, slyly creep.

To face the taunts of "cannot be," the sneers,

And silence all the soul's most gnawing fears.

To break away from comfort, known and old,

And write a story waiting to unfold.

                             ..... III.....

The Forging Fire of Struggle

The mountain looms, a granite, frowning mass,

Not obstacle, but future's vital pass.

Each jagged peak, a painful lesson learned,

For every stumble, spirit fiercely burned.

The sweat that stings, the tremor in the hand,

Are whispers conquering this weary land.

The aching joints, the body's gasping plea,

Are vital battles fought, for you to be.

No enemy, this grinding, bitter test,

But  forging fire , put to the ultimate quest.

It tempers will, refines the inner might,

And hones the soul for an unending flight.

                             .... IV....

The Universe Aligns

And as you strive, with heart so fiercely true,

The  universe itself responds to you.

A subtle nudge, a perfectly timed sign,

A twist of fate, almost entirely divine.

The hidden hand, a guiding, gentle breeze,

Through tangled thorns and ancient, bending trees.

Each synchronicity begins to bloom,

Dispelling shadows, banishing the gloom.

The currents shift, the unseen winds conspire,

To fan your ever-burning, core desire.

The world itself begins to bend and yield,

To bring your journey to its destined field.

                            ....V....

The Culmination: Her Embrace and the Path to Her Heart

Through every climb, and every arduous fight,

You held her image, shining, pure, and bright.

Her laughter echoed in your deepest soul,

A compass making spirits truly whole.

Through lonely nights, and tears that often fell,

Her quiet faith became your potent spell.

Her tender smile, a steady, guiding star,

No matter how the distance stretched afar.

And finally, the epic journey's done,

The ultimate, sweet victory is won.

The weary steps, the trials left behind,

As in her gentle arms, your solace you find.

A soft surrender, breath held, tight and deep,

Within her loving light, your promise to keep.

The world recedes, the clamor softly dies,

As in her warmth, your weary spirit lies.

A peace, a balm, a sweet and pure relief,

Beyond all struggle, beyond all earthly grief.

                               ....VI....

For if you truly loved her, this was always the way,

Through every battle fought, and brighter day:

With steadfast honor, patience, kind embrace,

And seeing her soul's worth, time and space.

For every dream you chased, her heart did yearn,

And in your truth, her truest love you'd earn.