Studying Geography

When I was studying geography
My grades were lousy and my time was spent
Considering a warm front's slow descent
From Azerbaijan to the Galilee,
And why the currents in the Irish Sea
Reminded me of how you put a dent,
A fracture, in the Blarney Stone (you meant
No harm, you simply kissed too lavishly.)

When I kissed you, and earned my heart of stone,
I never once suspected, till too late,
I'd hunt you down, sail all the oceans, skate
Through Arctic wastes, cold as an ice cream cone,
Track you through deserts and the Temperate Zone.
I read maps well now. We could celebrate.