Man with heart mad enough to fall in love with the moon the day of the sun never ended nor been mad with me or rain cold to the less the night as a shadow never hesitated to hide as its own as thought of mind ever knew of harm been minded my soul when gods too favore as perhaps wise would and kind and humble told about and but brave to walk in my shoes and eyes to look into after all they saw and arm to shake and name to loud say and friend to call do, in fact, a friend as few.