brokenhearted11
I know a young poetAnd since we began talking
I think we're becoming friends
She writes like a woman
yet she's only twelve
She's really, truly gifted
She wrote a poem called simply, "Love"
And it took my breath away
I couldn't write a poem like that myself...
...And I'm over 40
Her poetry speaks of pain and sorrow
But also of joy and hope
When she picks up her pen, something magical happens
The paper is her canvas...
The ink, her paint...
And as she forms the words and phrases
That become her "painting"
It's like watching a graceful ballet under her direction
She's an amazing young lady
With such a gift for written verse
I hope she never stops writing
For that would be a curse
I hope she continues to bless this site
And also, bless the world
With the gift that is your poetry
You really are a wonderful girl
I'll continue to read your work
And I'll always be a fan
But even more than I enjoy your poetry
I'm glad that you're my friend
I hope this day sees you well
And that your heart is never again broken *hugs*
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