Though mountains block my view and way,
To hold your hand by night or day,
I sit and wait in longing sigh
For one more kiss with teary eye.
Yes,
I, for your love, will wait ten-year
To seek-avoid my greatest fear-
Of not life lacking loving stare,
But moments sans your perfect care.
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