Walking across the life’s boarder lines

  


When my spiritual wife pray for this life not to end,

I shall love her back on how the years were spend,

Weeping on my failures, rejoicing on my success,

Wondering if I could have loved her more or less,

Would I preferred still more sun-rays and less rain,

Would I grab more passionate bliss or lovely pain?

Would I sacrifice for more affection, and less tear?

Walking across the life’s boarder lines without fear

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BY

WILLIAMSJI MAVELI