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.
Don’t remember when it happened A year ago or a few, But a strange thing has happened And, for me, a very new. It all started with a prologue, As it always does, A prologue very interesting, For the both
You’ve kept my heart’s dynamite aflame You know I can never be the same since your charming kiss did my heart tame. What words can describe your beauty’s fame? No smile can contend with yours’ my dame. It sends sorrow