You know when you think

I'll write for her

Something that will cry

A wondrous verse

that will reimburse

in streams across the sky

A missive yet

in ribbon set

round heartfelt feeling plunder

A creation which

with certain pitch

play crashing of its thunder

A shaft of warm

along and calm

to grab around a heart

In bound to her

all wanting there

all sense just come apart

In Daisy coloured

ribbon wondered

the least of all loves gifts

Peach ribboned love

winged above

feelings ever sift

Delight her all

Complete her fall

in lovesick many countered

That tied she'll be

Ne'er be free

though live her age now downward

But then you find

You play with rhyme

and words neglect their duty

Because all things

with broken wings

cannot reflect her beauty