A poet on a motorcycle

As he travels around the world,
Destined to find himself.
He rides across lands
From dusk to dawn;
His heart fills with sadness
For he longs for his true love,his fair maden.
Her love he has not conquered;
Her love saved for another.
As he rides through deserts
Across lands and seas;
A small poem he writes for thee:

'My love, my love. I long to
Touch your soft skin.
I long to see the moonlight
Shining upon your lovely face.

If you would say the word my dear,
Just one little word;
I'd travel the seas,climb mountains,
Walk across the sandy deserts
Just to be beside you.

I'd sit beside you for hours
Just so you can rest your
Gentle head upon my shoulder.

My love, sweet love
I long to feel your lips,
Your soft tender lips;
I long for that one kiss.'

He sat in the shadows,with his eyes shut tight. Imagining she was beside him holding him through the night.
His love for her, for his fair maden was all that he had. Was all that kept him going through out the night.But when he reached the end of his journey he saw his fair maden, his heart filled with glee. He knew he could not have her, he knew she was betrothed..yet he saw his fair maden...her smile was all he wanted to see.