The Road Least Traveled

Come with me down the road least traveled;

To a place that may or may not exist.

We'll see sights you have never seen,

All while we are on our magical tryst.

We'll walk hand in hand through the dark woods,

smelling the forest scents as we go along.

Together we will clamber between the trees,

where we won't have to worry about where we belong.

As we tarry merrily along, hand in hand,

I promise our journey's end will be worth the wait.

No matter how long it may seem to take,

We can never be too late.

I promise that when we come to the end of the line,

You will gain more than bread without leaven.

We will feast on each other when we arrive,

Taking each other to our own personal heaven.