An exclusive extract from the upcoming book written by Ephraim Kihondo and illustrated by Adrian Sempa.
The Lover, a romantic
The Loved, a pursuant of love
Perceptive, an observant narrator
Every hole has a heart to it
And every heart has a key to it.
In fact, every hole has a key to it
And every key has a heart attached to it.
There appears to be a certain epidemic that plagues the heart of man,
That has caused a wound that the helping hands of man cannot heal.
It is the disease of love;
A gaping gap that is desired to be filled by all,
That cannot be filled by all,
But can only be filled by One.
For centuries and a day,
My heart has longed
To find the whole of itself,
Perhaps in an unobtainable place,
Perhaps it is someone else
Or perhaps I am confusing myself.
For man often turns to the busyness and activities of life
To cause his heart to forget itself of its desperate cry
And for a temporary vapour of time
When busying himself,
Man thinks he has won –
Man is lured to the false pretence of completeness –
Until man is stripped naked at that activity’s end,
Where he once again realises his heart’s emptiness
And frantically searches again to busy himself.
This is the cycle of man
And this cycle matches man’s slow
But unapparent sinking into a depressive state.
Man knows he is defeated but refuses to surrender
Even when on his knees,
And when his last resort had long ago
Become his only plan of sort.
How does one break this circle?
How can I find this Holy Grail
For my heart to find its rightful rest?
Is this quest for love destined in the stars to fail?
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