This is a kind of poem from inside, it is called Raving.
Knowing the bad, I felt in the act,
of draw you in my mind, and leave all behind,
Is he maybe the man? destroying my plan,
of keep your design, and treat you so kind,
Shall I just erase the drawing?
and fell down from the flying?
I do not want to complain
but that I’d love to paint
Shall I let slip the time?
and wait a girl of mine
I don’t know what is like…