Found a beautiful stretch of land,
Through which to trek I tried in the golden sands,
Oceans of passions wave on one side,
Mountains of emotions rose right beside,
The fruits from the trees so high so sweet,
The springs never ending flown crystal clear,
Birds as messengers flew back and forth,
Still to trek I tried all around.
The golden sands gave away and became quick sands,
The waves roared and to the shore galloped,
Mountains growled and rocks from above slided,
Then I knew Oh’ deep in love with you I am, O’ my dear.
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