The elasticity of my myocardium got lost,
My eyes poured into my inks
These got my blanks painted in blues.

There was a called me,
A me of passions,sealed in dreams,
A me flowing down valleys, for rubies.

The flow towed,just as velocity elevated,
No dought,so eased ,more getting at early hours.
In the dawn of day,darkness engulfed it,
The candle I lighted was swallowed as it got dim.

An infallible candle I then made,to bond to opening of day,
For a brightest,yet Indelible shines.
The oil never to smell exhaustion,for blue and red flames.

My feet, then I stabled in fitting and strength,
To flow in yet a greater velocity.
Then will a me say to itself,
There was me!
This is me!!
There will be me!!!