I went in search of my love
Seeking for the treasure trove
Hoping that my feet will guide me there
To the one , who will treat me with loving care.
I saw the image of what I want
But in my dreams , she did haunt
A vixen dressed and richly adorned
A wicked heart filled with thorns.
She was an illusion and in my dismay
She turned to be the one to turn and slay
The feelings of tender care
And joy abounding with a wildly flair.
Alas ,I fear will I find the one?
I will keep on looking till the sun goes down
And in my heart , my hope lives on
Till my eyes behold the chosen one.
MARYANN BOSAH 