By :Dr. Padmore Agbemabiese
When moments leave plenty of thorns on the road
Forget not the smiles or the blooms of our dance.
When tears drop like words too coarse to bear
Forget not the old saccharine melody of my voice.
Let them be the spices in recipes of our love
To invoke memories of warmness in my arms.
When tides take away your breath
Forget not the days we woke up in warm embrace.
And when like a dying flower, no one hears your fall
Don’t wilt, don’t rot, don’t crumble; I’ll always be there.