The discovery of a poet

It was a week’s night, a usual, dull evening
When you typed me a nice “hi”, cheering
With a smile, I answered a common “hey”
Far from knowing how would this end,
The conversation turned a pleasant way;
Talking about poetry with a friend,
Sending a few poems you kindly admired
Your gentle replies delighting my morose spirit
Making my heart bump, no more was I tired
Into my gloomy life, a pretty light you lit

Never could you write well you then told me
But I knew this to be a false belief, truly
And I advised you to try, just one sonnet
You said you’d do one little attempt
But I could still feel some contempt
Anyone with emotions can be a poet
And I deemed you would make a wonderful writer;

I couldn’t wait to read your poem, and a week later
You showed me deep, beautiful and striking writing
I was astonished by the talent, filled with satisfaction
You even wrote one for me, melting my heart, rejoicing
You were a poet, It felt like I had completed a mission
I thank you and hope you keep on making me beam
Keep on writing…forever…there is no nicer dream