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.
True love is something so elusive. True love between two people is the most precious of gifts, Falling in love is not just an expression. Love is a powerful force that cannot be dissuaded. Love requires a lot of faith.
The very essence of love is uncertain, A relentless thumping of the heart. I must speak to you by such means as they are within my reach. He pierces my soul driving me into madness. I am half agony, half
She was a traveling soul. The galaxy resting above her nose. I’d sit & stare. Wondering where the stars would go next. Both young & in love I let go. Tracing together swirls of color. The planets all together aligned.