Love in Switzerland

In the coldness of the Mountain Air,
I realize that its impossible to bear,
The fact that she who I love so very dearly,
Doesn't have the time to speak merely.

My pleadings and vituperation reach deaf ears,
I try so very hard to allay my fears.
My words are obstructed by a wall impregnable.
I request her to acknowledge and be noble.

The stillness of the surrounding tarn,
And the quietude of the Interlaken dawn ,
Injected in me one fleeting but powerful message.
The way to success doesn't have in its path, rage.

As the climbers get ready to acquire the throne,
Her beautiful and gleaming countenance to me ,was shown.
They set off to realize their dreams and acquire the peak,
That magnificent goddess is what I seek.

The hours have faded into days, slow but steady
The quality of the climbers as they progress.
At them I stared, this time though however very ready,
I see my apex and have no reason to digress.

Completion of a monumental task, gives pleasure incredibly immense,
Difficulties and obstacles are sure to come to make one tense,
The unyielding and mighty motivation tears them asunder,
Once at the apex, you know it was worth all the plunder .

To win the hands of a fabulous fairy,
A massive trip has to be undertaken, however scary.
The signs of success might at very first glance,
Be all up to the ever so kind almighty and chance.

The strong rays of the morning sun melt the glaciers,
The rays which melt her heart are my saviors.
I see her from a distance far far away,
Just like the sun, I hope I become someday

That without which she cannot live.

Poem with infinite poetic license/freedom

Garden

Alone in the garden i loiter,
With so many beautiful flowers to water.
Greeted by corporeal redolences
I move on to experience with my senses.

With those red tulips,
beggin to be kissed.
The aureola providing the glow
With folded hands I take a bow.

The splendor so very unbearable,
Can mortal man be subject to this fable.
Too much of everythingf is unresistable,
and this ceremony seems all like a miracle.

Me the owner of this garden,
I ll stay rigid and protective like a warden.
But me but a mere mortal man,
Forces of nature does win over even sea men.

Nature at its destructive best,
Can crush the world through a tempest.
I take the plunge into the bushes
and rise to heaven with her blushes.