You Poem by Teboho Mpho Leonard Ramokhele

You’re the Rose that bears me neither thorns nor thistles
Yet your love erupts and spreads like thrown missiles
You’re the rose that bears me sweet fruit like strawberry
You’re that which lingers while making me more merry

You’re the light shining on my path when night falls
You’re the shoulder I lean on when my life stalls
You’re the thought that always hid inside my mind
You’re the rare heart that one always hoped to find

You’re most definitely the tears I shed when I cry
You are, you’re the daughter of the Most High