His love,
The old one,
In a book,
Which rose from a poem,
But was not found.
His love,
The great one,
Would rock his world,
He would search for it,
But yet it remained unfound.
His love,
A care from the heavens,
Remained untold,
Yet he found his love,
In a writing,
Granting him peace and happiness.
Adios!
Before You Travel. 
Immensely happy to read this post.
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