I begin my poem with distaste
As I write down with all my strength
I am no poet
This I have to say
I got my will
At the first sight of fate
When I saw you at last
The sun began to sung
A song so nice
That your heart began to dance
I end my poem
With happiness and joy
I am like a lion
Across the savannah in ploy
All I can say is
Your face was grace
