I find these words quite hard to say, and so I give them in this way;
Little letters on the page to my feelings now convey.
Overwhelmed by pain and grief, a kind and gentile soul I seek.
Vainly it seems I seach for love, it may be written so above.
Enter in my heart and see an empty hole yet waits for thee.
Yearning for to be complete when the right girl I should meet.
Onward now this poem must go to it's purpose as below.
Upon the leftmost now I lay the words I cannot out loud say.
