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!!!
EDDAZ 