Hey is that me

Buried under dirt too many feet,
too many places to go and too many people to meet.
After this fiery heart loses its heat,
I think I know who had to me defeated.
My plan was for your heart and care a place to be retreated
Say why do I care about...
when there could have been another route.
take that dusty trail that snails down upon bliss
as I let you go and at instance should be at miss

About this dream I picked off the road,
a discarded memory for the taking,
but jumbled and hard to decode...
but hopes and alteration shall wake all the making.
Make, a laugh.
Make, a smile.
Make love.
Hold in hand to brace as a staff
keep you up for longer then a while
But do it
always for love.