Your journey desires peace for all
But you are called the epitome of gall
Your feelings fragrance order in all
But oh!you are hated for your fall
You cherish your love for the one
But your stage is to be gone.
You have to choose words wisely
But you are a man build nicely.
Even in dark you dont fall apart
But lamb bleats at your follies hard
Your words lack mazes a bit,
But i guess you are perfectly fit.
