~From "Heart And Strings Collection"~

Believe me,
Too much can't be said
But plenty can be noticed
From a novice at breast sucking
To a delighted average man
I've come to assert myself
As a figure of words and art
Mum, be happy for you did,
What you could do best.
Your departure was never intended
But things had to happen for things to happen.

Believe me, perfectionality is not what I seek
From the bending tunnel to the outskirt of sunflower garden
I have buried in me the soldier
Afraid of making advancements
Now you see a master at work
From the early days of introduction to Shakespeare and rhymes
The seedling of greatness was planted
And a bountiful tree that keeps...