Dear sir for many a year I have written poem
It flows through me like phloem
I started when I was young
Poetry came naturally to my tongue
And so when I tried poetry I found victory
And it built up inside me, forming foundation like that of a tree
But then sorrow struck and my heart was torn
For high school love was my first
A love that had been born
A love that could not sate its thirst.
It flows through me like phloem
I started when I was young
Poetry came naturally to my tongue
And so when I tried poetry I found victory
And it built up inside me, forming foundation like that of a tree
But then sorrow struck and my heart was torn
For high school love was my first
A love that had been born
A love that could not sate its thirst.