As wise as silent mountaineers,
I don’t ask you for a crumb,
I love you as the Sun is loved,
I love you as they love the Sky.
You are a wonder of the worlds,
As splendid as the dome of church.
I love you with the love of kids,
I love you like a mother loves.
Without singing funny songs,
I love you as the Gods can love,
I love you just the way one does
a step away the end of roads...
January 25, 2009
I love you
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