Ebony keys are caressed by a gentle hand.
  Soft palms touch a novel of popular demand.

  An ivory typewriter sits on the rustic desk of old.
  Shimmering rays of sun enlighten tresses of gold.

  A ring of silver on nimble fingers catches the light.
  While imaginative lovers await their plight.

  Adamant wrinkles crease the dainty chin.
  As a mystic character becomes a devoted friend.

  Heartwarming stories unfold in her wandering mind.
  And discouraging obstacles are not allowed to unwind.

  She enchants all with her gift of creating a magical tale.
  Building an intriguing world, only she can unveil.

  Enhancing the joy of reading is her special goal.
  Bringing happiness to a decade full of woe.

  She is the mighty writer filling all with hope.
  Like a dedicated teacher, achieving her greatest scope. 

I am a verse with not an author known.
No one knows who penned me with such care.
Singing a beautiful melody to share.
Were they ashamed of their talent, God-grown?

The world admires the prose standing alone.
My words invite a laugh cry or grief to bear.
Many emotions are the results, a flare.
Buttering our tastebuds, a refreshing scone

Tantalizing us with morsels, a tasteful treat.
A chocolate bar to readily enjoy.
Sending leaves of knowledge, where it may fall.

Filling our minds with a peaceful receipt.
I am a verse no author or employ.
My words will woo you yet unknown to all.

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