Unknown to me poetess, and distant,
we've never met, or ever spoken,
nor we have lived, like non-existent,
fresh winter twigs, betimes are broken.
Wind's unmercifully consistent
Select a poem amid your better,
then use a cork to seal a bottle,
with the enclosed hand-written letter,
and sail it with your love to throttle,
enslaved's your charm, with iron fetter.
© G. V. 04-11-2013, All Rights Reserved
(The poem should be classified as Iambic "four+half-meter".
The Iambic pentameter form is closest to it, as a substitute.)