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She fell in love with a poet’s words, 
The rhythmic rhyme and sense of meter, 
The words themselves, all simple letters, 
When combined form something sweeter, 
That with each verb her heart would dance, 
And with each noun her soul would cry, 
The prepositions stole her breath, 
But gave her wings with which to fly, 
She peered into those tumbling words, 
And saw into the author’s soul, 
But knew the vacancy she saw, 
And knew her own could make him whole, 
But words like those set on that page, 
Form thoughts she knows could never be, 
Of a man she’s never met before, 
And a love that’s stretched across the sea.

Poetry Forum Romance