If i should have a dream .
i shall dream about poem.
if i should write , i shall write about beauty.
never find it naive if i can only court in poesy.
never have a breath or never have a courage .
but at pen, the words glow in with rage .
maybe one day, you will read them all .
now im free , cause its heavy what your love befalls .
it gives me chill , it gives me heat and i behold with pressure.
the fancy to talk and talk about love to thy heart sure .
overwhelming princess of my feeble true heart .
you are sweet like morning dew , real work of art.
your face gleams like midday sun , where my word reels.
but believe it , what you will read on the paper is real .