Who is poetry?

I met her,
She said her name was poetry,
She looked worn out,
She was sad,
Her big eyes showed a lot of pain,
The only word she knew was loyalty,
She only spoke the truth,
I saw an innocent soul in her,
But still had the courage to love,
She said her wish was to be loved,
Perhaps the one who would be loyal,
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