a poem by Rani Turton, France

All steps lead to your door; all paths lead to you somehow.

When I saw you the very first time, it was evident to me

Life’s doors opened and closed for you. That my life

That the years, all these days and nights lay in your eyes.

Adored you are, adored you will remain, come what may.

Life can be fickle. My heart, however, is sworn to secrecy

Though sometimes weary; but walking, walking

On this road of destined love. Adored you are.

You will always be.

Precious as the air I breathe,

As vital as life is to me.

Copyright: Rani Turton

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