In The Eyes Of Love

Let there be barriers; miles
Ocean, mountain as years
All obstacles even of death
Designed to drive it to oblivion

If firmly rooted not prop on sand
Not like toilet paper to be junked
Not like some holiday destination
But rooted beyond mock or put on

Warm will always be memory of Mary
For she fills emptiness overflowing with love
So, drawing blank of her face is not an option
For firm was her chest built in her lover’s heart

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