“Far hence,” said he, “in wasted wilderness
His dwelling is, by which no living man
May ever pass, but through great distress.”
Spencer
Love’s Long Road was ripped during war time
The odd divine, like a ghost, forever passing thru
A new history of love’s long road
Began, when on this road, I met you
Moon traveller from a distant sphere
Who saw me, in shadows of the grapevine
Who went to Love’s Road, in distress
Dove into my lonely eyes and saved me, g
From a loveless death
You’ll find I flower at night
From where darkly
Rises a goddess of light
In my eyes, again you rise
I place bouquets of poems
Kneeling down at your shrine
Blessed Graffiti Poesy 
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