The Poet Lover

The moon shines brightly tonight, the crickets sing as the raindrops fall on the thirsty leaves                The patter of the rain has its own music                                                                                                             The owls hoot from somewhere far away                                                                                                           The poet lover walks among the trees, eager to find her love                                                                         She brushes the raindrops that settle on her face                                                                                           She's beautiful, elegant and proud                                                                                                                       At times she's lonely and tired of searching, knowing she might never find love                                       Yet she knows what it is to love and lose...