The Dusty, Dirty Roads Covers Our Love

Along the old dusty roads, awaits a jounery for you and me, it has no roads, no signs, yet a path... who has been here before, could it have been us but not us, for our love dwells on the destintion unknown...you with me, or me with you Am travelling this jounery, don't call me, a traveller for it is only because of you, your love professionally designed, to meet my needs, pure, it has no future, yet it is unconditional love keeps me going, it grows as the days go our love, your love, the dusty roads covers me, with your inner love that loves me