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...