Here is the mirror which reflects my heart
The only thing that knows well
how it feels within.
The ink which flows through my veins,
That plays the beat of my heart.

This plain sheet that bears with me my grief
When loneliness sings me lullaby,it Hears my sigh
Upon this paper is the best my heart knows to rest
It is my best of companionship
This paper is the origin of my philosophical gatherings
The Collections of my poetry.