I'll cross the seas that keep the lands apart,
As four great winds in turns blow at my sails,
As compass points the ways for my heart,
To find you, for Fate never ever fails;
Stars scribed my way across the pitch-dark nights,
My ship could steer by landmarks in the day,
The bright moon tames my nights with spells and lights
On skies so clear, when never fraught with gray;
If love be birds in open fields and skies,
Mine is a pigeon that is wont to roam,
But unless caught, or else, been hit and dies,
Forsakes the wilds and seeks the way to home;
....Unlike a seed that waves have cast somewhere,
....That might sprout upon finding good grounds there.
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