You Arrest Me (Poetess)

Cradled within your verse;
With every line you breathe, the deeper, I submerse.
That I be a subject of your rhyme,
Makes me a king, in our time.
You arrest me, poetess.

You write me, with emboldened letter,
No one could love this pauper any better.
That you draw me with such esteem;
Even that our affair, be a theme
You arrest me, poetess.

Your lyrical note, though not deserved,
Will in all the years rest, through time, preserved
That I be in your thought, is tribute in itself.
You who owns the heights, lift me greater than herself.
You arrest me, poetess.