What Is Stacte Incense

I'm loving the stranger fled, Who travels
hungry, your paths without paper.
No need to guide your country to find
I enjoy your site, delightful ballad.

I am the visitor, unanticipated your days diving deep
Who at any time, on your roads endless. A customs
challenged, the borders of our lives more
no limit to the race for love.

We are deserters, paths imposed
And here we are camping on our pre love
position of our beings, to thwart all rounds
Who would try to discourage us.