To love another,
Enable another thrice to kill you,
Trusting in non-zero-sum.
Bound, to bound,
Reach the summit of affections by day,
To realize a mountain of 1440 minutes—
1440 feet—lies on the horizon
For the next day's feat.
To care for another,
Hope for a parallel effort
In zenith, ascent toward the Everest of Endearment.
To know, in purity.
In least oxygen, thrives most conviction.
Oh, but to be loved,
To be loved purely,
Unconditionally,
We shall conquer mountain tops forever.
And the rocks, the landslides,
The steep cliffs,
Serve to make our journey
Worth but a fraction of Midas' hand.
With each new mount