1. I was poetry flowing,
And a tune composed.

2. I was the morn and wine,
And the evening and lily intertwined.

3. My words took flight,
My heart fortified.

4. My song a cloud
Beneath which meaning flowered.

5. It breathed life into pebbles
Whenever it hummed a tune,

6. So passion ravaged my soul
And in tumult built its abode.

7. My poems became
A vine scattering inspiration.

8. I became a destination for sorrow,
A refuge and a home.

9. For anguish found no place
Except my side as its abode.

10. It's the story of creation,
Where poverty and wealth grow weary.

11. How many hearts gilded in light
Have been extinguished by life's gloom.

12. It flew beyond its flock
Toppled and surrendered.

13. So take me with my pain,
And accept me as I am.