A Poem For A Friend Poem by Tumisang Ramarea

I promised this with bliss,
To scribble some lines for her highness,
Though not as sweet as a sent scented kiss,
I hope it to be a rather smooth piece,

If time was in abundance, enough to dance,
This reluctance, to grab the chance,
Would not be, I would hold my stance,
Cast a glance, and remain in nonchalance,

Words I write, that I might fight in battle,
Tonight, I am as right as Wright's cattle,
The sight of my plight, can quite unsettle,
But tonight, I am in flight, embattled,

The pen reads my mind, what of my heart?
A fan I may find, what of the missing part?
The paper is lined, but where do I start?
But then again, isn't it just Art?