Love is love
True one my wandering heart found
Mould from the clay of tender compassion
Thru my ruins but greater height we will attain
Mountains we will trample
Fountains we will overrun
Fill my heart with a gleam of your love
Your body a holy land I will be pilgrimager
If your soul a fire burn me to last breath
Sometimes I want you just like the river flowing away my pain
To the wasteland where love knows no bound
Where hearts feels no pain
Pain is darkness I feel it
Love is blind but I can see
Beyond your unwritten words
They say love heals all things with time
But yours caught me unaware
©Anunobi johnson kosi
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