Her Love

Her love is as the mountains
Eternal
Shaped by forces
External to her
Present
Even at great distances
Capped with snow
Frigid from afar
Yet soft and pure
By one willing
To adventure in her climate.

Her love endures
Regardless of weather
Of circumstance or season.

Her love is as the rarified air
Enveloping her summit.
A man unprepared
Will not survive
Will be forced to leave
Her far behind.

Her love has a timberline
Below which she is gracious.
But venture beyond the timber
And she becomes stark
And honest
Blunt and unveiled
Eyes only for the man prepared
For such harsh truth.

Her love is beautiful
And dangerous
Fit not for the random explorer.
But she generously
Gives her charm
To the man who comes as settler
Ready to remain
And fashion his life
To match the conditions
Of her altitude.