Finding The Treasure (part #3)

He swallowed the streets

Searching for a sign of fate

Eaten by pressure

How irrational!

Embarking on whimsical

Soulful adventure

The meadow was near

He thought, bedeviled by fear,

How could he be sure--

She still lingered there?

His mind full of when and where

No time for leisure

Then out of the blue

He glimpsed the sun shining new

Tuneful overture

"I waited for you"

She smiled as tender as dew

Eyes his cynosure

He reached melting point

Sensed as their hands joined

Heavenly pleasure

Fate set in motion

Though journey was creation

Love was the treasure