The Irony Of Love

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Written by Peace Eneja

They meet at the park
With eyes wondering
Glimpse by glimpse
They caught each other staring
Like teenagers in love
Ready to explore each other

Could it be lurk or love?
For the mind is a concealer
You  never know its true thoughts
The rushes, the kisses
Only last for the moment
Before it leaves its chameleon skin
To be revealed

But notwithstanding they dare
Each step they took together
Shinning through
With so much flare
Bearing in mind
The possible disaster
Yet still hoping for the best

Regardless of the pain
Still remains some gain
Because no one can truly live
Without having a taste of love
Bitter or better!

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