She held her pen and scribbled some words
On a sheet of paper, she wrote her thoughts
If others put it in their songs
She expresses hers through her poems
Every laughter, joy and triumph she owns
Every tears, sadness and failure she knows
What she does is a masterpiece in one form
Her inspiration came from little things,
From great feelings and encountered dreams
May she dwell from uncertainties,
Or when true love begins
Or at the end of each life’s battle
She jots in a sensible rhyme
And when she finished each line
She curves in a perfect smile.
