by demure101
A loving entreaty, to walk the path with him! How sweet is that? Although there is no apparent intent to get into the loved one's knickers, this poem for some reason reminds me of Andrew Marvell's poem "to His Coy Mistress". Carpe diem, eh? I love this!
I like this, especially "There's no real obstacles, the path is straight" Well done yet again!