Behold this love that has no bound.
Even when it reaches the end of the world,
The edge of a percipice,
It simply turns on its heals
never falling,
And runs back
Full force
To the green praries
That first breathed life into it.
Behold this friendship
That grows on tears,
and despite climbing the craggy mountain of fears,
and valleys of hesitations,
finds its way back,
to out stretched fields
That roll
With hope
In front of its tired feet;
Behold this devotion
that swims in rivers
That flow
With love
Boundless
Infinate
And moving
Forever
Froward
On a promise
That never grows old.
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