She is sweet like the taste of honey
Her poetic words just sail,
But somewhere behind her poetic charms
hides a love that never fails.

Her dreams are soul discovered
through the pen of her breast,
Where the fire for writing rouses
her thoughts of love at best.

Then in the terms of rhymers
When she spreads her heartfelt wares
An appearance grows on the guilded page
Beyond her regular cares.

Off in the spacious night skies
Where she dreams her dreams of wish,
The drift of the falling starlight
captures her words like a kiss.

And she cannot change the yearning
Of the Passions in her soul
And words that build and gather
all mesmerize and grow.

You say! just a farmer's wife
To work and know no less,
Her heritage that of labour years
with nothing else be blessed.

Awake those eyes turn slowly
To these pages of her peers
Through the smoke you'll see only
deep praises for her here!