A Form of Beauty - Quatern

I imagined her as a poem Perhaps as graceful as an elm I'd love if she were a sonnet All aglow in a pink bonnet Like a red rose upon the stem I imagined her as a poem Just swaying in the falling rain with the rhythm of a dizain Perhaps she was a villanelle With the charm of a terzanelle I imagined her as a poem She could be either one of them Her words upon the page would chime Flowing with beauty, like a rhyme With lustre of a precious gem.... I imagined her as a poem