Water running, fast and free
I see it in the soul of thee
But your loves lost I do lament
Due mostly to my base intent
Through lowly words and lech’res vice
All i can hope for now is ice
Forgive me please o princess fair
I know you have no need to care
For a lowly imp of no true stature
who vainly wishes he’d mature
For lost to me are your graces
For the sake of laughing faces
My chances took flight like a sparrow
Of your reiceving cupids arrow
If you’d but known my true intent
your loves loss I’d not lament
Daniel Clarke
Dedicated, Analytic, Professional
