When love spikes up the sparkles in a woman’s eyes

When love turns a man into a lovey-dovey

The emblem of love flourishes in a feast

When love exists between the two opposite sex, it creates an atmosphere of joy, peace and ease but when love turns sour and decides​ to say to them ‘their is no remedy I am not returning’…

Shatteres! Anger!……

Hatred doesn’t knock on the door nor does it announce it’s entry; it badges in and knocks down every obstacle standing in it’s way that is not deeply rooted…

She planted a love tree

Left it to flourish freely

He walked towards the tree

Plucked from the tree and ate everyday

He fell in love…

She stopped noturing it

Started to count her head strands of hair

The tree died…

And he stopped coming

There were no more fruits to pluck…

He searched elsewhere for fruits

Hatred created a settlement in the space of the dead love tree

Love always conquers eventually!!!

 

 

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