My Lady.


She sings.

The strings,

play like a charm.

Tuned so warm,

to touch my heart.

This is the start.


My lady,

My ukulele.


Additional Resources

Get AI Feedback on your poem

Interested in feedback on your poem? Try our AI Feedback tool.


If You Need Support

If you ever need help or support, we trust for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741