My Gentle Dove Poem by Benjuzzy Okpuzor

Where is my dove?
My most gentle dove,
I have been in want of

You, like a restless
Sheep in search of
Water, see how still

She strikes me, like
A listening deer caught
By The wind she strikes

Me, in your
Bosom I have find
Peace, and freshness

My flesh has grown
Faint with wanting,
And longing for you,

Your looks twist the
Strings of my heart,
That they turned my

Mind with love for
You, yet like a little
Lily among thorny

Weeds she strikes me,
Her blistering is as
The blazing of

Marbles, my heart burns
Like fire in the night
When with you, lips

So ripe like the berries
Of the world, yet a rose
You are, eyes bright, and

Blue as the sea of the
Sky' yet the gentleness
Of the rivers flows in

Your heart, fly to me, and
across the mountains
Let's climb high and

Grab it good tiding's
Where nature's peace will
Flow, and follow us forever