An intended love for showing honor,
Schemed deposit to grow,
Waters-wither, from sullen bogs,
Nosed tendrils to and fro.
Thrift –fund promoted on
The cultivated granite,
Upon a land erected to stand,
Free of all geographical sights.
Walls around bowed gratitude,
As time-proofed they could be,
Their assurance came,
With no title and name,
As a lake of Love formed He.
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