When? I know not it crept into my veins,
Holding hold of me by its powerful reigns,
Molded and turned me to a man unbound
Of the chains and reigns of things around,
I was not then the slave of lust and leisure
But the worth of worry could I measure,
And it made my vision clear enough to see
In the darkest vales of desires to gee
This led me to lands of faith and hope
And that made me easily live and lope
Without any fear and with no any hold
Love makes life beautiful, brave and bold
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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