love poem?

i sit down to write a love poem
and can think only of one thing;
that time we spent running down the mountain
that took all day to climb.
on the way up i struggled
and you pushed me on
despite my best efforts to sit
and watch you disappear
over the crest without me.
you kept me going,
and when we got to the top
i understood,
because it was beautiful
having you there with me
to look down on the world.
we pointed to where we though our houses should be
and im sure we were nowhere close.
and we sat for a while
in the breeze
as it threatened
to blow us back to soild ground below.
and after a rest,
and a chance to squeeze you
atop a mountain,
we ran all the way back down,
arms out and screaming like fools,
passing those on their way up,
who looked like i must have at that point,
struggling and resigned
to failure.
and downward we plunged,
merrily, earthward,
unable to see so much
of the world,
and of oursleves.