Warm Soup

I really must confess I do not know her very well But judging by her poetry There's much that I can tell True, I had to read Through everything she wrote Sifting through her comments And jotting down some notes Then donned my strongest spectacles So as, to read between the lines And felt I came to know her Between the verses and the rhymes I met her in a conflict As we strolled through truth and lies She's a pupa busting outward To become, a butterfly They claim that she's bi-polar I say there's no such thing She's a flower, that needs water And the warmth that comes with spring She thinks that She is worthless But many here sure know it As she struggles through the tears She's one of our best poets