The Love Poem

She said that she read my poems, And most she liked very much; Some of them left her laughing, And some, her heart, they touched. She sent me several emails Confessing she was all alone, And asked me if I would consider Writing to her a new love poem. Now I am a married man, And remain very happily so, But I love a poetic challenge And decided to give it a go. I thought about it for several days; Rhymed a faux love in many ways; A piece that I, myself, admired; Passionately penning carnal desires. I sent her the love poem secretly, Not sharing it with my wife; Although no feelings were attached, It’s something she might not like. My email was returned on the next day With just a short reply; “I hate to inform you, she passed away, My beautiful sister has died.” “I know you are a stranger she met, Through a poetry site, She was hoping a love poem she might get, Before dying of cancer last night.” “I took the liberty to read your prose As she took in her last breath; I thank you, stranger, for putting a smile On my sister in her time of death.” And now, that poem means more to me Than any other I have penned; To think that I brought happiness To a stranger at her end.