Staring at Paper, await Words do Plead
Be Lyrics or Verses lend your Pure Voice
How oft your Prince kneel for her Heart indeed
Whenst all such time Light and Love be her Choice
You can hear her Giggles pepper the Air
Then beg the very Atmosphere you breathe
If take this Counsel of Time's Honest Fair
Your Breath fill her Months with Songs do repeat
Then your Metres run; Her Road kisses yours
Borne by the Well of that very same Draught
Though I think of Riches spent on your Course
Still the Valiance exhibit one you have Fought.
Still staring at Paper, plead my Muse come
Sipped my Ink dry with my Raisins un-done.