Follow Me, Love

There is a region Which has no boundaries Nor barriers, physical or mental Restricting the passage of pilgrims To the hallowed land Of communication... One cannot arrive by boat Or engine nor fly on the steel wings Of bird machines and only one way Remains to transport But it takes two to travel The inspirational path of love..... Come! the path before us is clear Hurry up, my dear! Hand in hand let us Discover the way to each other- over a single trail, Walking the same direction Of share purpose.... Romeo Della Valle (c)All rights reserved-2014 New York City