Soulmate Road Poem by chris schwartz

I want a road,
Named "Soulmate Road"
So, in your travels,
You can come across it
And think of me.
Maybe it sounds selfish,
But a soulmate,
Is what you are
To me.
I want the road
To be
Somewhat short,
And windy,
With winding and narrowing curves
I want it to be Black top,
The color of the dress
When I became yours.
I want the road to
Face the Sunset
Then wind upon the path
Leading to a sand bed,
Full of thistles and lament.
Damned things were in
My shoelaces,
Though, I never did regret.
I want our road
To be called La Crosse,
Cause my dream
Just happened there.
Forever turned into
Such a short time, babe
And all of a sudden,
You were there.
Which is why
I don't care about
Main Street.
I am just glad
That you are here.
On "Soulmate Road."