A Poets Love
She walked alone in pouring rain
And looked towards the mountain peak
Oh Lord, she cried, it\'s love again
He takes my breath and leaves me weak
He brings the stars with rays of love
A poets heart with golden pen
If not an angel from above
Then surely Lord a king of men
That I would have him rule my heart
To be his muse, his lifelong mate
His virtues Lord I would impart
\'Till heaven called me to its gate
And when the angels beg me tell
What makes me smile there up above
I\'ll tell them I have loved so well
For I have known a poets love.