She Is

Thinking about all she can
tell. It will be the most wonderful
poem I've ever seen. Taking what
sees the beauty comes spilling out.
Words are her brush and paper is
her canvise. Decide now for the
future will know what she sees.
Not even allowing all she written
making herself a place she sets
herself a goal to never stop until
what she has done is read by all.
Crying she stops not knowing what
else can be said. Her boyfriend laughs
for she devotes all her time to something
she loves. Holding her pen and looking
for more ideas to write down. Not one
comes for she is the poet not the words
she places on paper.