To Be On Top Of The CLOVE..........

I had a skill,
With which I had to curb a strong will.

I gave it a deep thought,
But others felt me hard to be taught.

Others expected from me their praise,
But inspite, I gave my voice a raise.

There was a will that was small,
For which i made a quiet call.

I had a nice lovely friennd,
who was there with a heart open to lend.

She had a sweet sight,
That gave me a lot of light.

And I, who was before wild,
Tried to be a little mild.

And do things that would suit everyone,
With their consent and conviction.

And then the world seem to me full of love,
As if, I was on top pf the CLOVE...........