It’s all ever written on the face of heaven,

and on every skylight peace haven,

with every star twinkle  at seven,

and with every squirm of crickets and ravens,

sings a perfect harmony of love-laden.


And with the rays of the new sun,

that search under the branches,

In every cranny of heart hunches,

Craving for scalding embraces,

Patiently lies love in wait.


So discreetly will it wait,

And with every count of stars,

does strength never grow weary,

It will always reside in the heart,

True love,

never ends.



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