Now sadly I can’t yet write in iambs very brightly
I can only hope thee become trés pleased by this
I am not able of writing such masterpieces of poetry
Like Shakespeare, light crafts of beauty and Sorrow, fleur d’lys.

I solely can attempt to impress thy soul and being
By typing so eloquently, sadly believing you will ever feel
Such mill of emotion, sole construction of heart and thrill
For I be delighted to be lighting struck for witnessing

Such beauty.