She lives in the far off west
But her poems I consider to be the best
She writes with such an ease
That my gloom she will instantly release

She is not my lover
But my spiritual giver
I remember her for ever
She is a poetic tower

I live in the corner of the east
For my heart and soul her poetry is a feast
She has not even seen my face
I will try to compete with her in the poetic race
I know I am a tiny toy in space
But I will continue to adore her for her poetic grace