The Tragic Flaw

She stretched for miles in my eye;
There was little difference between her and the road.
How I wanted to travel her!
Like an untamed horse I wanted to traverse her body, mind, soul and life.

And there she was, a wind swept seed without earth within which to mature.
I would take this body and make myself black soil for her -
But she did not want to take root;
The flower was to exist first, she explained.