Like people on a pilgrimage our paths crossed each other.
With no idea that we were going to get together like the Africa Unite.
Even the our routes were cold and hard like a rock,
Even when we felt our value was less precious to Gold and could not be sold out because some potion of people made us feel like old stock in a supper market.
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A beautiful love poem. Have a happy married life. Loved the poem.