The Wayfarer Of Love Poem by Andhy Shakespeare

The blowing of wind in the desert
Maketh flying the sand to the air
Flying like an aerobatic plane
The radiance of king of light cometh
Cometh to holloa the desert
Maketh the desert shineth like gold
Many footsteps look on the desert
They vanish being blow'd to the air They are mine of a wayfarer
Singing of footstep sound'd
Step by step...
Step by step...
Step by step...
Ne'er tir'd to step on the desert
Ne'er tir'd e'en his palm will be injur'd
He stepth for the glory of love
Stepping...
Stepping...
Stepping...
Step by step of his foots
Bringth him to the nirvana of angel
In the first sight...
The true human of him vibrating like a drum
The true human of him flying to the nirvana
O lovely angel...
Thou paralys'st his true human
Thou makest him being deadwood
O lovely angel...
Thy window be abil to make bright the true human
Eche corner of it be touch'd by thy radiance
Thy smile be abil to paralyse him
Paralyz'd without words...
Thou wilt be always inside of true human
The wayfarer doth loveth thee
O lovely angel...