I rouse deep in contemplation Miesnoqiz,
of light blueness impacted by your presence,
thrust to my lazy frame, purpose to my call.
Strong memory of heart-pounding belly twisting nervousness,
shepherded by adrenaline justified by delight,
Joy to my cherished heart, without which a bitter,
parched one would lord over, dark and unwelcoming to the world.
spare me the news, let me rejoice in the glory,of a time when naivety,
my pillar and source of confidence,
as i know not a glimpse of fear nor the taste of defeat,
thus let me strive where mere’s wouldn’t,