This, And No More Poem by Ezio Olubelleau

There is no forever,
Only illusions and mirage.
Call it wishful thinking,
Yet it holds no visage.

"Speak the truth,
Speak what you know,
And let the world
Be the judge of your show."

I know a married couple,
Seeking spice in their life.
They struck an agreement,
With no hint of strife.

"Speak to me,
And speak like you're a griot
And I, your audience"

They said, ‘Love is freedom,
Love should not bind.
What harm is there
In being unconfined?

"What was their agreement,
Speak to me, and not like a boy"

They would lay in another's bed,
To kindle their fire anew.
'This! , and no more, ' they vowed,
To keep their love true.

"It is baffling indeed,
This! , and no more? "
A fragile arrangement,
Built on a delicate rapport."

Yet they swore, ‘We trust.
We know what we're doing.
Our bond is too strong
To suffer any undoing.

"This, and no more,
But In what god's name"

Hearts are a mystery,
And passion often are poisons.
What they sought was freedom,
But they set their souls aside.

"Was it worth the risk?
Did they reflect their journey past? "

No, they heed only tales of desire,
And tread without care.
They have forgotten,
The truth behind their journey.

"This! , and no more,
Passions often are poisons"