It’s always hidden , even my heart itself
fails to realize it’s already stolen .
I always ask myself why I act strange
in his presence .
‘Why is he always confused when I’m
around him ?’
‘Why can’t I control myself whenever my
eyes get in contact with him ?’
I’m not shy at all but once a conversation
is created between the two of us , I lose
all my confidence .
What’s this ?
Nothing else except for hidden love.
Eyes are our worst enemies .
They are good at betraying victims of
hidden love .
Once they get in contact they start expressing
the feelings that can never be verbally
They tell a lot more than the brain can even
assure it’s owner .
His eyes betray him , mine are worse .
All they can do is to leave their owners
speechless and confused .
I don’t blame the eyes though , rather
I praise them because they don’t keep secrets .
The brain is at fault because it always argues with
the heart when it comes to matters of love .
Eyes always expose hidden love
Any trial of avoiding each other worsens the
Sometimes I find myself working on the same
desk with him .
Nobody utters a word but the heart beat is always
the supervisor .
Trying to move on , I find myself holding his hand
to take him along with me .
Trying to run away from him , i always find him
blocking my way .
We want to be closer to each other but we can’t
expose it .
It’s difficult to expose hidden love .
Jealous controls us emotionally but still our
brain says there is nothing between us .
Nothing as painful as love playing hide
and seek .
No matter how hard I try to find it , it’s still
I can’t spell it , he can’t spell it but still the
feelings got a better explanation .
Short of speech , confusion and madness
always strikes our weakness naked.
It’s hard to believe and it’s hard to tell .
The love can never be identified by outsiders.
Only our hearts can feel it , the brains opposes
but the eyes are our enemies.
They will always tell the truth no matter what .
I call it love that is never confirmed orally nor
It is noticed through emotions , actions and facial
It’s called ‘hidden love’
Written by Chauke Divine
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