I meet a gentle lady
who wrote a gentle poem
both origin and nature
to me remain unknown
though she is so soft
her truth speak's very loud
I feel her as she peeks
from behind the chiffon shrouds
Her words become well known
quite gifted as a muse
words sparkle in her type
as she reminds of human dues
as she touches life
as she touches souls
as the lovers dream
the poet pays all tolls
over languished love
over soft moon glow
The gentle lady works
in her words she gently sew's
patchwork words form quilts
she writes of patchwork lives
of love of life and notions
and days of bright blue sky's
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