I Still Call For Thee Poem by Carike Klokow

Love, i call to thee
the one that cometh from all purity
like water flowing down an enchanting river
i think of life without thee and start to quiver

Love, i call to thee
as liberal and anchored as a tree
a breeze your name upon my soul
how your title makes me whole

Love, i call to thee
like a bird so wild and free
your passion floating everywhere
with nothing to hide u stand there bare

Love, i call to thee
i look at you and i can see
for nothing has ever been so clear
your body shaking from the fear

Love, i call to thee
but answer shall not he
for i have learnt that love is weaker than disease
...so he left me on my knees, and finally chose God's ease