I hear soothing whispers of calmness
Gently entering into my ears
And serenades my head
The achievement of an aim
I see a lively and elegant statue
Priding her head above others
She stands in starry brilliance
In never-diminishing radiance
I perceive her fragrance
Like the fragrance of a lavender
The queen of the night
Exuding from her aura such grace
I taste of her potion
Of poetry every single day
Words that heal and care
Words that teach and instruct
I feel her touch of love
Love for words crafted into poetry
One, two, three, four, patiently
I can wait to hear that she is five