One day you'd meet love;
And you'd know not you've met her-
You'd remember the day you felt secure upon her bosoms;
The peaceful sound of her breathing heart;
You'd remember-
The delicate redolence of her favourite eau de toilette;
When words brought you confidence-

"... You have been told that, even like a chain, you are as weak as your weakest link;
This is but half the truth. You are also as strong as your strongest link."

For these and many more you'd remember when love finally leaves.
                                       © Valerie-Pearl Oyo.

In mind a young mans fortune told
His sky colored and emboldened by light

Though the story is winding like a forest old
Falling into complexity at every summers end

It's in discovery And time
Which you are found

Lest I find
That I loved not you but this image of mine

He doesn’t only make love to me
He also makes life.

She is mad
He loves her madness
She has anger at the tip of her nose
He find this as very cute
She is an introvert
That what make him a ditective
of her mysterious world.
She creat arts
He collects all of them
She lives in her own world
That is all his world to him
However,

He love her like any lover
and
she love him like no one can