Have Faith In Me (A Note To My Dear Friend Aswath Raman) Poem by Little King of Sorrows

fear not dear Aswath,
hold your head up high.
For it's hard to place such value.
Of this friendship made with I.

Aswath fret you not! ! !
Though seems I'm world away.
I yell your tale from mountains.
A poem surely finds your way.

Aswath listen closely.
All you inquire I shall tell.
My kingdom run amok me.
My mind must rest a spell.

Hear me noble Aswath.
My ends come to a means.
I offer you all gold I have.
To buy your faith betweens.