Upon that hill,
occurred many things,
Though I did not know at the time.
I'd always hoped,
Some day I'd find,
A love purer than lust.
Though my try's were in vain,
and all along I knew,
My dreams would never come true,
There came forth a man,
Dressed all in white,
Who was fresher than the morning dew.
I never knew that mans name,
nor did I seem to care.
All that mattered to me was eternity,
And I learnt that from him standing there.
A/N I have never written poetry like this and it seems a bit jumbled but I like it :) please comment I would love to hear criticism and feedback :)
