The Paths of Him Through Her Maze

Preface:

A poem to explain what it may feel like to fall in love from a perspective of a man that believes love is the greatest thing anyone can ever experience. The beginning goes from the perspective of seeing a woman as a challenge, then trying to solve her difficulties by being and doing greater things, realizing that their feelings of grandeur are in many ways an illusion though believing in them anyway. They feel when they love her they find all they ever felt as the meaning to life which they see is love and friendship with their only explanation or description of this emotion as being divine.

Which they feel free with her though realize that it's because of her they feel like this and allow her to take them away from their emotional hardships, which they feel she sees them as nonexistent and temporary while they trust her infinitely. They see all their trials and difficulties then as complete adventures and opportunities realizing they in their audacity never encountered the hardships others around them less fortunate may have gone through. Which the times she gets disappointed and needs time to think about him and her are the most difficult moments he can experience. For when she leaves him he feels a pain harder than when they were together. Though when he falls in love again it makes it all worth it, feeling as if he's victorious again and the victories make the failures worth it all just to be in love again.

You saw her like a maze,

Where all the bends and turns lead to greater places.

For on hopeful words we make our mark and all passion leads to grace.

When we trust that the greater the trials the loftier the rewards.

For when she touches you, you feel like you're free.

To reach for all and everything while grasping at greater than even you can see.

The adventure is in the struggle and no battle seems un-winnable and no hardship seems unconquerable.

Indomitable and driven by a will to believe and fathom the beauty and the sheer audacity of it all.

To gather brilliance as if it seems to call your name to reach her, transformed by what inspires you to grasp at the triumphant and still be humble enough to feel the way she moves you to the core of the depths of it all.

Finding the endless warm and feeling endlessly warm enough to touch the face of sheer divinity and see life itself as a lover and as a friend.

To ride dreams for whatever may come and see it through as if inspired by the present which the future guides to greatness feeling warm and hopefully inspired as if gracefully free.

To sing on at the outside of freedom's door and have her take you in from the rain.

You have hope that hope will carry me to and through the shadows of hardship when she sings my way through the trials, like she never knew me to struggle at all in some sweet, perfect adoration in love.

Lost in some sweet wilderness yet never take it more than some adventure that she carries me through.

Never to face the thorns and thickets of misery and trial wrought with gall and brine we struggle to avoid, tasting clear air and fresh water from where she leads us through.

To never taste the sting of loneliness and sorrow until we miss her and we see her gone.

In this there can be no hardship greater and no trial loftier than to love her just to have her fall away.

Though this is the battle we all yearn for and live for so we can have another chance to show we're a hero as courageous as a lion to see her love through.

For when we can call ourselves victorious only when we can be the victor of her love, indomitably passion worn by the struggle we carry to just see her another day.