TRUE LOVE.
True love is like a palm tree
That blossoms and flourishes all year round
With its ever green leaves
It produces its special wine
With which men use to wine and dine
Though it takes time to grow
The dividends it yields are eternal
Birds and squirrels climb and perch on it
But it does not complain
It thrives and survives through the harmattan fires
As other plants die it becomes more beautiful
It survives through the longest drought
Because of its deep roots and water storage system
Men have tried in vain to get a replica
But only the one who made the palm tree
Can really give true love
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