It will bloom in love's reign

don't ask me why I am reluctant to try,
gradually giving up a search for unconventional,
may be across the valley over that range,
there bursts a spring into a rivulet it drains,

promises of an exquisite journey you make,
as we rise above the deodars scouring for the mystical lake,
parching I am, still comfortable in my status quo,
banality is now I embrace, you may choose to disassociate,

the climb is steep, a slip-up ensures a fall to the deep,
exhausted from my last attempt, one that left me with unsurmountable contempt,
I wish you comply, with a life certain and eventful on this side,
that it will bloom in love's reign, a belief you have to procreate.