xv.

I remember an old friend
he writes many canticles
he didn't experience woo
But he writes for a certain butterfly
construe

he wear the sash of passion
purity preserves his kind of fashion
simply rare for this generation

By art, he express
by passion, he's articulate
during his youth,
he made an infinite sign of chapters
his fill with love,
and his words are sweet

By his voice he sing,
A lovely poem indeed
how I miss to hear,
his youthful age is pleasing

He use what he learn for good,
he is not distracted by his brothers
troubles
neither his father's affairs
nor his acquaintance competitions
forsooth he is completely focus
to his imaginary friend he woo
he is filled with youthful spirit

his mother is a beauty
his father is a king
I am simply his friend
hearing him sings,
as he plays harps,
I am awe by his fingers
for he plays attractively

He tells me a story
perhaps a love story
between man, and woman
illustrated in many things,

There's a reminder,
that must be kept until the end
For as generation pass
The essence of love bypass

but in his works and words
that has been pass by many generation
many are reminded of the heart of
marriage, the kernel of it.

He is young Solomon,
before sitting on the throne of Israel
He see life wonderfully
by the God, his friend, his Father
he foresee.