Paradox of Life by Sunday B. Fakus True love, like tree branches, Brings fruits in its due season. Lofty trees of barren leaves Is love that has nothing to give. Secret love, like hidden treasures, Has worth- when it's ripe. A thousand words of empty promises Is hope that has nothing to yield. Shattered dream, like broken hearts, Takes away the joy of life. Every love that a liar gives Is nothing but a gate of grief. A restless heart, like raging winds, Rubs the mind of all its peace. Silent pain of a lonely soul Is worse than worries of hopeful lovers.