Towards The Acme
Diary I kept on days of
Fiery love's a kind of
Donory thing after my
Recovery
No need I felt to feed a
Greed for sadness. And
Indeed it helped to sow
The lucky seed
Early it was made start on
Folly which lied in it.
And blindly I went ahead
Lived humbly
Excelsior
I fly higher
I love her
I do adore her more and more!
Excelsior
I fly higher
Yes, I'm hers
I really love her more and more
Really my illness cause was
Loneliness since I met my
Fairy I didn't have
To query
Happily I wrote about my
Wintry past left behind and
Fondly assurance: to live's
Bitterly
Any deed to change the course
Was a feat. The right way's chosen
Me to lead and melancholy
To forbid
Really the illness cause is
Loneliness. Hurry to be
Free of chains, become
A sea