Who Rhiannon Is To Me - A Poem By Mr. E

Hi everyone!
Over the course of the last couple of days, I have struck up a friendship with a wonderful young man who wrote this little poem for me.  I've agreed to keep his identity a secret so, from this day forth, he shall be known as Mr. E because he's a mystery.
Enjoy and hopefully we'll see some more of his work featured on here at a later date.
Love,
Rhiannon Irons

I once met a girl, her name was Rhiannon
She’s an author of many, many skills

Her beauty and kindness, full of vivid passion

An expert at love and an expert at thrills

She’s been through a lot, and it’s been very hard,

Just to meet her would be all I desire

She’s struggled through writer’s block , her mind, lost and fractured to a shard,

But in the end she made it through, and that’s what I admire

Rhiannon has inspired me to write this poem yet I’m still so young

I have much more experience to earn, more fruit to plant

But for now, it’s what I have at the top of my tongue

And whatever thoughts may occur while I work, under my lamp

Note that all this comes from the bottom of my heart

And I look forward, to what she’ll have to say

I hope she enjoys, my attempt at this form of art

And now I wish her a very good, rest of her day!