Tempered Love

I never knew I could love you like this.

I never knew I could reach this level with you.

When I passed through all the storms, deserts and great tempest with you… At a point, I thought I couldn’t go on with you but today those challenges, hardship, disappointment and betrayals had tempered my love for you.

With broken fingers and swollen hand, I would still write you a thousand poems on a lovely and dreadful days.

Love can only be proven through fire, a steel needs to be tempered to make it steel…

Dedicate this to you….

Babashola’s mind.

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