In the midst of polar winds,
he searches.

Too big...
Not good enough.
Too small...
Not good enough.
Too long, too flat, too heavy...
Not good enough.

One pebble on a beach of rocks,
It's there.
He'll find it.

For it is not just a pebble,
that he will present to her,
It is a symbol...a pledge,
A declaration of unreserved commitment,
that borders on obsession.

And when he finds the pebble,
and she accepts it, and him with it,
the border will be crossed,
the obsession will be requited,
and the obsessed will be rewarded.

So he searches,
And if the very rotation of the earth interrupts his search,
he will wait for it to catch up with his desire,
and resume his search for the perfect pebble.