A Young Woman's Journey

A Shakespearian style sonnet about one woman's journey.

Wind caresses the tips of long, wild grass.
Monsterous black clouds grumble low in the sky.
I march swiftly over the hill as fast
as possible. I go and wonder why
I'd walk such a long distance to see him
during a storm that's brewing and blowing.
Could I not wait until morning so dim?
Moonlight breaks through the giant mass, showing
my path, long and narrow. Why do I go?
What force endlessly drives me through the night?
I see him under an Ash tree and know.
What is the reason for my night time flight?
Young love, my friends, the greatest reason why
I'd walk a thousand miles to hear his sigh.