I am a storyteller,
A narrator of tales,
Weaved by life itself.

Come to me...
If you have a listening ear.
Come to me...
If your heart is liberal enough,
To lend me thine busy,
And equally precious moments,
So as to comfort my soul,
Heavy with worldly traverse.

I won't promise you of tales,
With endings perfect,
Neither I vow,
Of a fairytale affect.

Forgive me!
If I annoy you inbetween,
With my pinings,
From the lived hues,
Of the musings past,
Forgive me!
If...