Every path that leadeth unto my lovers home,
resplendent tis with flowers, scent of flowers red,
as countless currants droop where ever I do roam,
among them sweetest faith, tis where I am thus lead.
Every path that leadeth unto my lovers home,
resplendent tis with flowers, scent of flowers red,
as countless currants droop where ever I do roam,
among them sweetest faith, tis where I am thus lead.
Faith=love=life. So, Faith is life.
Aptly put indeed Miss.
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I thank you, and I will.
All the paths of this world always lead us to where your heart situated. Without love we just survive not live. beautiful poem, thank you ❤
Wonderfully put. You’re welcome.
Beautiful poem. Love is the path to peace! It seems like an easy solution, but quite difficult to accomplish.
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You are welcome, and I agree.