Dragoncrest Cliffs My heart in its winter chill

He rather liked her spirit. He didn't know how to tell her how he admired her though. Strangely, though he had a thousand words, not one came to mind on how to tell her how beautiful she was when she was angry. Her words, however, did do something to him. They stung like a whip wound and he was numbed by the pain before he decided it was no use to keep around. They would meet again, surely, and then she'd reconsider her words. He packs his bags of self confidence and ignorance, making sure he is a fair distance away when he rhymes;

One day, you'll concede; my help is a plus, guaranteed. It was then that he quickly took his leave.