On Love

(I am

Number two)

Allah first, baby

Put you 2nd & 1st, baby

All the skies are blues

And all the trees are huggable

All the flowers are always blooming

In the secret garden on your heart and soul

No tale is to old nor precious to be told, cold hearts

Don’t exist in the place where love only grown and grows

And grows…

- 10/05/2009