Messages I found,
In her poems so profound,
Her messages of ethics,
Her sense of civics,
A true loving heart,
In the battle with thwart!
Always wins the wars,
She’s Venus in stars,
A candle although old,
But her flame is gold,
A beacon on the shore,
Guess her and adore,
You know her well,
A melodious bell!
When my brain is tired,
I am not admired,
Inspiration I need,
Then my childish greed,
Looks her for a feed,
And a flower I read,
Fragrance of her flower,
Is an inspiring shower!
Should I take her name?
Watch the Hall of Fame,
Pick your lovely choice,
And listen to the voice,
Of the lady with grace,
What a smiling face!
Or remain in suspense,
I am too much dense!
My Dear Friend, your guess is wrong,
No more teasing, now I don’t prolong,
Her love children you see every night,
And in the sun you see her light,
Her love children are the beautiful flowers,
Her love children are the pleasant showers,
Her favorite child is the beautiful moon,
She believes in love and love is a boon.