A frabjous day
On a cooing sway
Swish swashing
This way and that
Forlorn sits a silent writer
A lover and fighter
How can it be
Such empathy
Towards a wilting flower
No matter what the animal be
A person or a tower
A lovely sky in the air
No one can go higher
A deathly day
A selfish way
A day long song
In the morning long
Cailing on a day well spent
Leaving on a wayward went
Alliteration I do not speak
But a language of a heart so meek
It feels the heart I once had
I gave to you I went to mad
But in sadness and in sorrow
I'd have it back by the morrow
To give to one other
My only true lover
The only one I have not found
Just a game of fox and hound
But there is one other with whom I'll be
In the future and I'll see
Who my heart truly belongs to
But until day meets fate
I'll still wait
A silent writer
Lover and fighter
He fights for love
Oh morning dove
By the lakeside he doth wait
Until the day they shall meet
Write forever
This love endeavor
A crowded soul
A periwinkle
A flower at his hand
Slowly beating
Never meeting his holy loving gland
A heart I mean
Her way it leans
Always being rejected
Until one day came
A girl with game
And won his heart rejected
For morning meet
His love defeat
And show him the light
Percussion bright
On that spring night
The rain falling free
So as he sits
Amongst the mist
And writes about his day
A memory in mind doth be
About her selfish loving way
Under a tree
Full of glee
This lover and fighter
He sits there by day
He sleeps there by night
He eats the fruit delight
The pond is deep
The myth asleep
That love has never existed
He lays to rest
His lovers death
To slowly be redeemed
Lover and a fighter
A silent lonely writer
Writing for the day
Sitting alone by the lake
Frabjous and awake
On the slowly cooing sway
The wind is light
On a summer night
A precise date is lame
But days are long
Nights belong
Short as the pencil doth be
