On back of my faith, I carry this weight
Of this heavy load, that many have shunned.
From very source, I have the motive
To write the poems, your mind have stunned.
Of that morning air, that I took in lung
At dawn of that day, I am still fond.
After the first kiss I put on those lips,
My mouth is sugar; my heart is in pound.
The very first tones that came out of harp
Sounded in my ears; they still resound.
That is the reason that in this season
With voice of poem, to that I respond.
