WHAT WE MAY NEVER KNOW Written by KEMKA S. IBEJI


The finest of all substances
Its tenderness and charm
The vigour of its meekness
Its dazzling allure and all

Give me a bleeding heart
And I'll tell you unheard truth
It carries joy as its nature
Never huts and never worries

Never lend me a broken heart
Though it's a great gift
None could dare ignore it
Though in need, it calms

Raising the body from mind
Tickling emotions never seen
Raging in fiery fascination
Taming all wishes of war

Love is a beautiful demon
Hurts in the joy of its life
Cries in the life of its excess
Hurling at its wants forever
Craving and never ending
Smiles even at death point
But never losing each war

Is anyone known in love?
Does that not look foolish?
Isn't such a happy being?
Dose of it grants immortality
But love kills the good
It gives the dying peace
It is what we don't know
It is what we may never know
If I'm asked; it's the life of death

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