Its Love Poem by Cee Bea

its love
that is why, what,  where, and when


each degree of the answer
held its own quantitive substance
of utmost unfathomable beauty

it is simplicity and elegance
far removed from
everything we complicate

if you wish to know
be prepared to not know

its not the mystery
its the act, the act of
unknown generosity

the offer, beyond request
its not where we look
but its capacity misses none
not one thing