Why do you cry, is not the statement that it seems,
It’s the name of a young lady who writes poetry in reams.
Dark is her style on depression and death,
We all know she has more talent, so my dear try Macbeth.
She is one dear young lady that does great reviews,
Giving out guidelines and sometimes bad news.
But for me this young lady has been kind and sincere,
Twenty two poems darling, Ha! Wait till the end of the year.
Our minds ages apart, yet our poetry so near,
This young lady writes with éclat and without fear.
With images sort in our own minds eye,
So here is my ode to dear little cry.