AS she sits at her desk, such a sweet pen strolling;
THAT woman of keen thought, spiritual writing;
AND caught in this meaningful, truthful essence;
HER pensive style, mind drifting patience;
THAT articulate pen, memories of days present;
ENDURES, silent emotion, within that special moment;
SHE is studied and serious, just carried away;
BY needs to express feelings, her authentic way;
AS she assembles her conscious well meaning wonders;
THIS fine day of daffodils, delicate gestures;
THIS woman of tormented duty, verocious endeavour;
PREOCCUPIED in that mind, ultimate refine beauty;
HER laborious writings welcomes that soul easily;
AND captures devised attention, ever so quickly;
AS she is enhanced by her responsive action;
EXCITING is that sensational kindred dispostion;
ETHEREAL, that presence, one must speculate;
AND feelings well thought of, and so immaculate;
HER thoughts unfold, unto the realms of higher life;
THE labour of her pen, profound healing, silent strife;
SHE has poise and charm, so daring and restless;
AND without second thought, folds the stroll priceless!