Wishing to be a wizard of wild writ; wandering the world for perfect words

Resting on the ones I think fine, and keeping them dear to heart

In the 26 I make real, taking flight like altruistic birds

They give souls the soaring sensation so many strive for in stark

It is an infinite loop those 26 little letters have presented

No such words of beauty can ever be lamented

Gracious gift of a god - writer dutifully amended.