Love Tree

Love Tree ode

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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.

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