Then I've found,
I pray,
To stay.
Maybe I can help in some sort-a way?
(Little 'ole me?
How could that be?
Please help me see.)
She does astound,
I say,
Today,
In oooooo sooo many a way.
Look past the gate,
Past the hate,
There's beauty to be found,
It does abound!
"Stick around?"
She asked me,
I said, "Happily!"