A Wanderer

A wanderer once set out In search of some treasure to have Nothing so precious thought about Than something as true as love A wanderer, once tired of searching Threw down the anchor to settle On halt was no pleasure in perching In the sight of an anxious looking turtle But then … The wanderer met the wanderer And thanked the One above They couldn’t and cannot be put asunder For truly they are in love A wonderer once was in contradiction In doubts of what seemed and was right Tired of thoughts, a false discretion A far walk away from the light A wonderer once got to know Of the wonderful treasure found It was, to the one, a mighty blow The head spinning all around For … The wanderer met the wanderer And thanked the One above They couldn’t and cannot be put asunder For truly they were in love