Met a Girl

I met a girl
Who was crazy and proud
Sometimes, she glistened
Up in the clouds
She came to me
And asked: Who are you?
I told her that
I’d meet her there too

I met a girl
Who was vivid and kind
Not like the ones
That I usually find
We watched a poem
She placed her head down
Onto my shoulder
She laid her crown

I met a girl
Who was crazy and proud
Knew every bit
Of history ‘round
I listened to her
‘Till the Sun went down
End of the day
I wondered
What I’d found