Cheers to the peers!

The lady you meet has something to fete

invaded your mind all day and night,

you'll treasure the way they resist, live, and rite

still coward enough to praise it in swift!

How would you feel, if she tell you a loathsome arch,

even hooked you moving there in the dark?

often you tried to plug the clouds and smash the sprout,

though how you forgot to cite the shout!

O' dear, you just knew a winner,
whose purity of blood and character is a question of beyond.
once abrupted, abused, and even considered as a sinner,

still combated, reserved yet respect is prolonged!

If you earn and feed, she bleed and bear; 

if you are the blessing, she's the boon.

you provide and she province!

P.S: It's a sonnet poem. Sonnets are short rhyming poems, normally of 14 iambic pentameter lines.