I U Art Thy High! Poem by Joseph Ndawula

In the desert satisfied with the emptiness pride
Though wilt to most, self pride would lead the way off
Not to hold the other side on the same ship,
Mentality held since childhood.
She lived a foot-by away.
How pleasantly a glimpse would attract a glance!
Meeting her was a chance but air into the cake,
Necessary but leaves spaces.

The curl of her lips,
The brightness of her smile,
The fire in her eyes,
The crackles in her laughter.
She is the tree in the field
Whose maketh was nothing but a wonder
I love the fact that;
I would walk in rain to catch your appointment
You are the only one who kisses, others a peck.
I u art thy high!

Now sailing in the sea full of fish by the boat of emptiness
It is the sense of my humor, the beat of thee that;
I u art thy high!