"Hey!, eat this bowl,
this is good for your belly ."
Whilst He knows what had left
wouldn't make him full- my altruistic mikado.
You revoke my worry, You fill me merry.
"Speak no more of you quitting"
Your whitish tongue wields me to try
again, and again and again.
Your words, my all-time devotion.

Your holds are humane and thoughtful,
What a beautiful oak You are!
My desirable jazz, My everyday therapy.
Popa, your scoldings and your theories
have lifted...