This Tourist

I'm like tourists in the land of love;
I don't know what to do, what step, or what comes next;
All I know is who I persistently think of.

I get lost ever so frequently,
Because I don't know anything about this place;
There are many landmarks, yet I still forget.

At the time when I needed comfort, why I did get space?
Where do I stand in this land?
I do not really care for it.

Just lead me the place of bliss;
So, In the future, I can tell my children about this,
Because I'm like a tourist in the land of love.

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