Love Song

I want to see your fields
reaching out to me,
each cross valley road
a crease of your open hand.

I need your shaded canyon woodland
with it's river and its damn
where the running water swells
to give birds room to sail.

I know that we just met
but I could not forget you
since you let me call you home.
And when my time is through
I will return to you
my home (love).

I miss all the places where
your people would meet:
your steeples and your streets,
your red brick city stores.

And I want so much more:
my whole life spent with you.
I'll watch you from my open door
and feel my seasons pass with yours.