A vegetable eaten by a large tropical grasshopper which migrates in vast
swarms is better than a feeling of sexual attraction given to a person with love lorn heart.
It’s obscured to find that special one.
Steadily, time must go by but , substituting that special one is suffocating.
Every human interested in love, wants love within the stratum. Sometime this muddles love.
People mourn singleness despite the regular detachment
in most marriages.
Practically, love with your brain not your heart.For not all that glitters are gold.
Prayerfully, the special one will appear .
Yes! The special one is come. The missing rib is discovered .Pillock things are gone and will never return.
Wow! ”My special one” The grace of finding you shall abide. Till we part…
THE SPECIAL ONE. By WICHE IHUOMA.
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