The windstorm just couldn’t stop
The paper boat I had cropped
I manned up by bolts and nuts
Till I docked my ship in sea.
Walking through into the dark
A true shade of color black
The cubs brought cups for my tears
But I faced Lions without fear.
Then, she was called, my her pops
Introduced me, with some pause
Maybe shyness was the cause
But her pure love never stops.