I Sought Her Poem by Benedict Shinsange

I sought her, my lover,
But I found her not.
My soul was taciturn,
and my heart was deep as an abyss.
I wandered about the narrow road.
The wind could not sweep both sides as the streets stood quietly in bewilderment.
I sought her, my lover,
But I found her not.

I walked on perilous paths,
Flowers blossomed not, but thorns grew where flowers grow.
But I still sought her vainly hour by hour,
my lover.
As the stars gleamed west
I found her whom my soul loves in the night's sharp blast,
And I saw heaven in its breast.
I held her,
Behold!
'O' her eyes were like doves,
So tender and full of grace

Her body glowed with eternal splendor from her head to her toes,
The sweet chasm of ecstasy.
When evening comes she sat me on a vase
'O' she ravished my heart
She is the redeemer of my lifeless soul.
I'll cherish her boundlessily.