The Lover’s Journey: Part 4

My lover my friend, this journey I take,

There have been mountains and valleys

Rivers and mire, even the decadent dosages

Of medicines were not enough to deter me.

Here I come, here I run.

I am hoping to see you on that hill,

Through the bright heavenly light,

Your hair in the wind…

Ah…I am a blessed soul!

Here I come, here I die,

I am indeed in hast to be in your arms.

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