No longer did you feel the root of my heart,
that you broke the petals of my emotions.
On the annual second quarter, your arrival
do I always stretch my leaves like hand in wanting.
You inked my heart with thy voice
to which my heart reports joyfully to my eyes presenting,
a sketch always mended with improving features.
Yes, Like a soulful angel did you lead;
My priceless present among'st all living breed.