The Poet

A poet I met one day,
Thru acquaintance one would say,
For she speaks of he with me,
That is how meet we.

For she is charmmy,
Fair and funny,
As fair as Beauty,
And sets my heart a funny.

For day pass day I saw,
Her word held me in awe,
Rhymes and pun made of metaphor,
I longer could not ignore.

For words I sent,
To her it went,
The poet of charming beauty and words.