A girl who wrote Poetry. [WIP]

[WIP]

When I was young I knew a girl who wrote poetry
She said that she would write a song for me.
And she wrote lines, beautiful lines
Free from pain and tears and shame
Smooth, and elegant, like priceless wines.
She wrote about a knight, and his sword
Abut the pearls in his hair
About heathens and their gods
And dragons in their lairs.
About spotless beggars, and spotless kings,
About moonlight emanating from behind the clouds,
In perfect rings,
Scarlet autumns and colorful springs.
She wrote lines, many lines
About caged deers, and birds that were free,
In a little nest on top of a pine tree,
But, do you know,
She never wrote a word for me.

Some of the words are taken from somewhere else, from someone else.