Poetess

I want to find the lady Who writes those lovely words I want to speak with her Her voice must be heard For now she is just words So neatly arranged She has no idea The way she's made me change I often think about her Wonder what she's doing Is she there by herself Or, is there someone she's wooing Could there be a gentleman Right there by her side Or is she all alone Under the covers trying to hide Hiding from the loneliness That we all know to well Living a life of emptiness That echo's like a well I know you're out there somewhere Hoping one day I'll find This very talented woman Who's poems stay on my mind 11-27-18/RjH