Slinging scribbles

There lies a twig which longs for the leaves as also the roots, There lies path, somewhere middle, which has two equals, One that started till the better one found its way. Its here, where lies the sun, who loves the east as also the west, Both, in two equals, yet in the east it rises and and in the west it rests, Perhaps, two loves can never be one, perhaps, two equals can yield either one, To love one you need to sacrifice one Duh!The simple math in which two never makes one. Split in love, Regards, Smith.