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
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