Sonnet 26

With pen I write to thee, Elizabeth Whose comments I have noticed notably No words can describe inspirations width That thou has given unto my poetry When writers block crippled my mental thought Your adoration for my poems emerged And distant from the Soup feeling distraught Your views and kind reviews calmly converged How could I tell, How should I know, My love Are titles that your talents tell in rhyme For you yourself, an author whom I love Hath seasoned stanzas with the herb of thyme Though distant as the lost and troubled winds I hope to always be poetic friends