I love poems which give a glee,
So I write this poem to thee;
For I can't explain emotions
Don't know the poem proportions.
As the poem know my desire
Words telling and people inspire;
Poems distinguish interpretation
As to individual passion.
Poems who understand;
Thy mournful lament song
Thou the Western summer could.
Who world remember it long?
Thy every dream dwelt and pass,
But the poem I wrote wouldn't fade
For the writes disappear;
Poems remain a decade.