A flame face for a fiery soul,
To which secrets of impartial hate do hold.
That held out a handful of ink,
For the unendurable mongrel who pursue it.

In this my dearest and humblest attempt,
One in which I hope you find no contempt.
Hope there is no comparison of Bambooed teeth,
those roars of a self-defeated best,
That now are saved despite reasoned belief.

My simple but careful poem which I have placed,
I have realized will never be through,
For the courage, you ignited in me,
I could never truly show – thank you.

Thank you, Patrick Johnson, for encouraging me to chase poetry as it has chased me.