Looking nervously through the trees at you
Complicates the way I want to look 
Walking along wooded paths too
Unnerves the way I want to be
But it doesn’t need to be this way
Though does it? But it seems to be anyway.

Treading on dried out twigs that snap
I stride an uneven path, with no map.
Skipping over muddy puddles I splash
My trouser leg wet with the dripping.
My hurry is slowed by muddy softness
I am trying to make the right progress.

But the conditions prevent me forging ahead
If I lose my balance I will fall instead
I’d be sitting in dark and dirty water
Not laughing but cursing the course I took
I look out for you in warm earnest
I don’t want to miss the look of you.

I will persist in the search for you.
For no matter what complications arise
You are worth every new sunrise
In time I will ignore the intrusive trees
I will see you in all your glory
The very you are meant to be seen.