The Seed of love planted by the river of amity hoping for an perpetuity life, Creating roots for the foundation of our love. The root of our love grows with a boundless destination in quest for vigor not to let the tree tumble. The tree is the love and the love is the tree.
It stem grows like a sequoia Sempervirens with a countless branches Embellished with innumerous evergreen leafs, Even though the leafs goes weary with The hefty tempest but, our love still stand with the incipiency of new leafs. So is the love that subsist between Agbomeire and Atanda. Our tree grows forever. Dikós èrōs eínia pánta.
Oh tree! bring forth fruit that the folks against us may see how nutritious our love is. Our tree is of good amidst the noxious tree that can never grow as lofty as our tree. Show me your love with a never ending affection. My frail heart needs you infinity palp Love is love where love exist.
At 10:30, Silence Dispersed,every edge withdrew with dark, The moon was pale, still brightening as diamond spark, At the tree, an owl hoot, at surface dogs barked. Sudden, I heeded, the sound of footsteps was appearing from the street, exulted
Trees are planted by the wise, Idiots examine a tree to be just a source of beauty, But an intelligent knows it’s price, Trees are not human who shout at their good, But are like gods who have importance in
Far away from the world of love, hatred and war There is yet another world breathing silently Thats the world of love we call. There holds no boundaries No caste or creed Its purely emotions swirling freely. No land is