I am to know: her skill she poetically makes me see
come: to a point,
conspiratorial at times, but, aren't we all?
orphans?
In shells With heads hidden in?
She is destined: nature  knows
she has an ear no matter how
sometimes: I yell, she always comes back.
She is from hell : or a guide sent to save me?
She knows all the words: knows every dead poet.
She grows: on me, and in my head more every way
with each day, wonderful.
She is my Queen, my muse:
my today: Tomorrow.