Setho Love, a weaver of tales,

Crafting worlds beyond the gales.

Though distant, her words draw near,

Painting vivid pictures, dispelling fear.

With every sentence, a journey begins,

Transporting me to realms within.

Her stories dance in my mind’s eye,

A symphony of wonder, touching the sky.

Though we’ve never met in person, dear,

Her words have bridged the distance, clear.

In the realm of imagination, we meet,

Connected by the tales she so skillfully weaves and greets.

Setho Love, a kindred spirit true,

A storyteller extraordinaire, shining through.

Keep writing, dear one, don’t ever cease,

For in your stories, magic finds release.