In High Spirits

In high spirits Springing singing 'I am beautiful, I am beautiful' Self esteemed her pride is He comes there harsh Uttering 'Because of me you're beautiful' Her pride doesn't abate But singing and dancing In full bloom of vanity More stressing he repeats No, she wouldn't concur He is more harsh, hot Reminds her of A day of thunder-pour How he cajoled her Embraced her to feel saved And how he played With the clouds For that thunder-pour How she liked him in full love 'So' he says 'Because of me, you're beautiful' No, nothing works with her She's self proud Hotter and hottest he grows Making her unable to spring Finally spring's gone now Wind is no more breezing Summer is up Hotter air the hottest