Teen Ink

   

Sometimes the girl sat down to write

A kind and touching poem,

But trying though with all her might

Her mind would start to roam.

She often read a worthy line

And envied all the words,

But when she tried to make a rhyme

She thought her work absurd.

And then one day she met a man

Who reached into her heart

His love and hers helped move her hand

And now her work is art.