The heart has its home, The only country it seeks. It may have traveled far But it finds its way back. It may have suffered Fate, Or earned lofty honors, But it is as poor as when it left, And now bends its knees: Only you, my Dearest, Are the memory I keep; On your shoulder I lay my head, After everything is finished. Here, Love, you live inside My breast. Sailing all oceans, I head for nowhere else, You are my north and my east. After sailing all oceans, You are the only shore I seek. Marne Kilates accepting Outstanding Albayano Award for 2014
Posted on: Mon, 02 Jun 2014 06:35:24 +0000