Miracle Of Secrecy Poem by okpeta Gideon Iching

You rise like whirl dust in the desert of soul; You kept me wandering with no resort,
About a year of your departure, i encountered " they" the persons i kept a secret.
Now, I am exposed like a cat ina bag,
Left with many decisions to make,
I leave my myfate upon nature.
The day we tiffed, you went on a voyage
Without the knowledge to return
life smiled on us again,
When intermolecular forces of attraction brought us to bethel.
Though, living with pass secrets,
We are stuck together like glove hands,
Believing that " that chapter " of experience have come to refine our maturity.