You remind me of mountains

You remind me of mountains,
The serenity and silence,
Is your awkward quiet,
And the soft whiff of the wind,
Is your voice that is almost a whisper,
That every time you speak,
I had to lean in,
I wanted to lean in,
So i can feel the undulations,
In each word you utter,
The falling leaves and twigs,
Are the very small movements,
Of the muscles on your face,
As you make expressions,
Or maybe those same movements,
Were made to hide your emotions,
The weird crinkle on your nose,
I have never seen before,
And the wrinkle on your forehead,
You made when i was staring,
Is the mild cold breeze,
During a sunny climb,
It passes, but is something,
That is worth longing for,

You remind me of the mountains,
The undeniable resplendence,
As I inch even closer,
Becoming more evidently beautiful,
With every step and every turn,
And in the flesh, grander,
You look better in person,
Because just like the mountains,
A photo can't capture something infinite,
And as I go up its earthen path,
Rocks and boulders,
Roots and trees and muddy trails,
Have come to welcome me,
It reminded me of how,
Out of breath i was,
When i realized you were exactly,
How i dreamt you'd be,
Simple, yet complicated where it mattered,
You were raw,
You wear no make-ups,
You always choose to be defined by you,
And what you do,
And just like the mountains,
You will still be a mountain,
No matter how hard they say your path is,
No matter how many people had passed you by,
No matter even if they say your peak is not worth the trek,
No matter how much they complain,
Of how complicated your trails are,
You will still be a mountain,
Standing tall with all its majesty,

You remind me of the mountains,
How you like to go hard or go home,
And at times how violent you become,
Or want to become,
Or how quick you are to anger,
Or how you like to argue,
Especially if you have a point,
Just like climbing a mountain,
It is not for the faint hearted,
You either want to reach the peak,
Or not climb at all,
You can't decide halfway,
Because then it would be a waste,
And it even gets harder,
The more one complains,
The more one thinks about the path ahead,
It only gets steeper,
It only gets higher,
The air only gets thinner,
But it is also what makes up the mountains,
It is what you yearn for,
Not just the view,
It is the trek,
The catching of breath,
The soreness on the legs,
The violence of the hike.

They always told me that you were not possible,
That you did not exist,
You were once my unicorn,
But as science would put it,
You are an anomaly,
And to have known you and met you,
Was and will always be a privilege,
And as mountaineers have said,
"Climb mountains not so,
the world can see you,
But so you can see the world."
Yes, i want to see the world with you,
Because I've climbed mountains,
And reached their peaks,
But none compares to the elation you take me.