Headed west

I headed west in pursuit
of two hearts.

Mine, and one
belonging to a girl
with eyes as green
and deep
as her river.

After a very deliberate time
I managed to come close
and even touch them both.

But they, like the fleet-footed hind
ultimately eluded me.

I have concluded this:

If either would have
surrendered itself,
been apprehended
in such an expedient manner
it would mean
I am deceived
in my convictions
as to how wild
and how good
they both are
and how worth the chase.