My Heart Searches For True Love

I've traveled both the North and the South,
the East and the West
searching for that soul to call my own.
Looking for that soul whom I'd call my soulmate.
The one who'd make a day
worth living for,
but I didn't find any.

The moon has seen me cry
drenched myself in my own river of tears,
and the birds have listened to my sorrowful songs.
The songs which had no endings nor beginnings
everything was neither complete nor incomplete,
because my heart didn't find the right person
who'd sing the chorus perfectly.

They say every soul has it own soulmate.
Throughout all these disappointments
my heart somehow still believed in love.
Whenever I'd feel the walls of love collapsing in me
my heart would stand up like a shield
and protect my feelings.

I know that I'm no saint
but not being loved by someone,
is the worst punishment.
My whole life I've tried to believe in love
hoping that one day, some soul would pitty me
and bless me with what I truly deserve.
The bittersweet bond, called love.
The sweet blessing to many humans.
Poet:Jen da poet
Original name: Samkelisiwe Jenipher Mthembu