Will You?

Break my fall don’t mull,

they drive me up the wall

dolefully persisted it all

till I can take it no more.

Feed me with your lore,

my heart she tore

I thought…

I'm such a bore.

I do not abhor her nor

do I dislike them.

Simply an angels’ fervor

to listen and mend

and be reliable of a friend,

is all I ever intend

despite my eugenic demand.