Miss Maya said to be eloquent,

(Meaning what words we say)

And many do repeat their repentance

Saying sorry over and over again

And many a mouths skip to the Lew,

Spewing love for many a darlings

To better their odds of getting laid...

But no eloquence was ever more true

Nor a word from a heart spoken

When love sacrifices itself for you

Poetry from painful silence

Heaven brightly shines tho' i'm made broken

From darknesses I have awoken

Love as muse ever more the eloquence

A token of poetry

Merci beau coup,

To Our Lady Angelou.