The poetic chat

One day, on a hillside so green,

I was chatting with my love, my queen

I sent her two lines, of a famous verse

And to my delight, she replied in a burst

With two lines of her own, so sweet and fair

I couldn't help but answer, in a rhythmic flair

Our chat turned into a poem, so divine

With words and phrases, that truly shine

And as we reached the end of our poetic game

She laughed and said, "How can I compete with a poet's fame?"

But I told her, it wasn't about winning or losing

For in our love, our hearts were forever fusing.

Poet: Nunn Pari