She once said,she loved poetry
I said,I'd be your poet
And write my heart out truly
So I looked up the dictionary
But not a word I found
That did justice to her beauty

So I told her words are just words,
In each mind it takes a different colouring.
She understood poetry isn't my cup of tea.
Who cares,when she doesn't mind my poor vocabulary.
I love her and she loves me:)