Oh graceful troubadour of sweetest words,
Forgive me so. For I seem to have failed thee.
My reply was for friendship, and praise to thee.
I plea thy friendship, and wishes more of replies.
Though not skilled this one might be in the art of songs
Nor in the courting of a friend, I assure thee no plight of false pleasure
I admire and wallow in the pool of envy of thy joy.
Thy joy to write with limitless walls.
And thy friendship I do seek.
Never have I been a muse to man
Nor to myself.
Thy commend me to be inspiration
and I thank the for my smile..
Nor will I forget or fade these precious moment.....