there aren't
many trails I
wouldn't walk -
not knowing one
single good thing
ahead - knowing
only what good
we've seen so far -
I would walk, even
carry you, 'til
the end. I will not
drop dead. I will
soldier on. With
you, side-by-side,
drinking in each
view, I can weather
any weather or
shortage of food.
In a desert of thirst,
I will drink in you,
and be satisfied.
There are not any
trials I could
not stand
with you by my side.
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