Desire be a whimsical
As a star woble and twinkle
Sorrows means me no wrinkle
HE would confer me attitute
Make that always tickle
Groans may cause
Wriggle and grizzle
HE would
Power my soul
Fight out these
Trifle and feeble.
Let my determine
not fickle
HE would
Award me humour
That matter me not
It it cold fierce breeze
or it drizzle
Candid and capering feeling
For I always truggle
HE would
Sow me a heart
With INFINITE love
May it be infinitesimal
Desire be a whimsical.........................
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