I haven't been a poet
But my words are those of one
Would that my intentions' passion
had stirred me to more than the soul of a thousand seas
But to the actions i know i cannot expect
For not all the fruit could be picked
And this I must know
This truth I must come to
For my intentions' passion to be known
But amongst the toiling must I accept
That I'm not her
However long I may plough
And stripped away
I am to notice
That without You life is meaningless
19/3/13
