Dear beloved,
Beyond the toast of my hands,
Went the fabric of my heart;
Desiring to have you still with me
This a space sooner made,
Fastly invoking to part,
Way way deep far-off;
From tenderly tender beginning,
Allaying minty memories turned salty
Up, behold the path we trecked
By the wilderness filled with sighs,
Down the earth looms our strives,
Passionate strives!
Once won us pluses from all;
Which shouldn't sink beneath,
That must not die in vein
....Still Ongoing
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