Wishing to be a wizard of wild writ; wandering the world for perfect words
Resting on the ones I think fine, and keeping them dear to heart
In the 26 I make real, taking flight like altruistic birds
They give souls the soaring sensation so many strive for in stark
It is an infinite loop those 26 little letters have presented
No such words of beauty can ever be lamented
Gracious gift of a god - writer dutifully amended.