Lifestyle Poem by Blessing Ekpe

The enemy I see is the enemy that I knew not..
Battered by the frills and bows of my youth..
I clinched onto the ointment of hope that oozes out from my tanned skin.

Silent, Silent, Silent....
My voice faint away silently as I muttered your name.....
Your name is love itself.
Cause Life without love is like a harp without strings

Being ripped off, of my voice, just like an engine being ripped out from a new sleek car.
I anchor on this love.

Though, Emptiness abode...
sorrowfulness fills the air just like the scent from a rose
But one thing is certain, If God is the DJ, then life is the dance floor, love is the rhythm and you are my rhythm.