Is love a fancy, or a feeling? No.
It is immortal as immaculate Truth,
'Tis not a blossom shed as soon as youth,
Drops from the stem of life - for it will grow,
In barren regions, where no waters flow,
Nor ray of promise cheats the pensive gloom.
A journey where I will share my thoughts, the places in my heart & the many faces of me.