Novel

( a contrapuntal poem )  

 
He looked into the dark of Internet  
And found a huntress who wrote poetry.  
She gazed at him with longing and regret,  
He also sighed and felt they’d never meet.  
 
But stranger still she could not realize  
He too supposed he didn’t have a chance,  
The competition coveting his prize.  
She put a pen to verse the words that dance.  
 
Then back and forth a week of poetry,  
Would his desire turn into a play?  
But like the flower to a honeybee,  
To go to him and give her heart away.