In script, I chase elusive breath, emotions' subtle pleading,
Such words enfold, deceit swathed in a tender, soft misleading.
To paint the world through poet's lens, the rarest hues I borrow,
In stanzas sail, through mind's vast sea, where verses trade in sorrow.

A tinkerer of syllables, line by measured essence,
Might muse perceive a poet's form, shadowed in your presence?
We waltz beneath the moonlit quill, crafting clever rhyme,
Lose ourselves within the clock, adrift on waves of time.