For Her (extended)

(I have no idea if this fits as a sonnet???)

For her I'd walk on withered blistered feet
And fight the weather the wind and the snow
If at the end of this walk we shall meet
I'd crawl through shards of a shattered window

I'd carry the weight of the worlds mountains
On this back diminutive as it is
I'd wade through a liquid fire fountain
If at the end her sweet lips I shall kiss

I'd colour the sky her favourite shade
The deepest darkest red in the spectrum
And sing to her sweet songs, a serenade
The beat of my heart supplying the drums

For her I would scale walk run swim or crawl
Through the fires of hell to see her once more