Rome Edosa

Love is like a rose,
for gradually it grows into something beautiful.

Over the years,
men have tried to conquer it,
realistically they are conquering themselves.

They have fought for love,
significantly love still carry on.

Love is like the burning fire,
it scourches and spread gradually,
devouring every form of hatred.

Love is like a miracle,
it is a wonder that the almighty bless mankind with.

Love is a victor,
men have tried to conquer it,
realistically,
love conquers them all.