In the colors of the fire,
I can assume that there is a heart within the heat,
The flames bring out the passion that I see in her eyes.
Instead of the alpine green that makes her eyes seem bright when in light,
I swear that the only thing standing between me and her,
Would be a maze of high neverending walls,
With her in the middle.
In irritation, my face is red almost like no other,
The maze making me feel trapped, as though there was no escape.
The only thing that calms me is imagining her ginger hair,
Flowing wildly in the wind,
Calming the raging storm inside of me.
I can remember seeing her, in her yellow rain jacket,
Splashing through puddles in the rain.
Maybe it was my fault for yelling at her,
Telling her that she couldn't bring any more mud inside the house,
Maybe that's why she's so sad all the time.
If I had just apologized maybe the worst could not have happened.
Inching toward my destination,
I reach a steep incline that seems like a mountain.
The town receding behind me,
Looking much like a combined blur of houses and trees.
The vast amount of space in front of me is cream-colored.
Not the purple hues that I saw earlier in my trek when searching for my heart.
I swear that the picture-perfect person that I saw was not the same,
It was not one and the same as the saying says.
It is at most a similar being but not the same person.
I reach to my senses and see that I am coming through the maze to the end,
And not sadly at all my walk was finished,
I looked down,
And underneath me was the same babbling brook,
That kept on me on my toes,
Making sure that I would walk the path of life with no regrets.
I think I will remember the most,
My heart,
The being with the red flowing locks of hair,
The being I made up,
But care about most in my life.
I think you were worth waiting for...
