A tittle for Anonymous

An anonymous soul tonight has inspired me to write
why would an anonymous soul should, when no men could?
Tonight for some unknown reason I read about him;
he left a comment here... just to another poet...
And he, because I cannot dare think it´s a she;
inspired me to write this few words as a poem...
His message reads bad, but the age is ninety nine:
how old a soul, how lonely a heart, searching for what?
My English is not good enough for anonymous to read;
he´s looking for perfection, wherever he may be...
and I felt an eager need, to give "Anonnymous" a tittle
to maybe share his loneliness and his age as well...
He left an email address, and I was just wondering
if such email address, for my sake, still exists?
I was hopping to be able to get in touch with such
anonymous person that loves poetry so much...
To be able to read and learn, from an anonymous soul who is ninety nine years old...
and who happens to know so much...
And finally to let him know, that even
if he feels what I have written here is garbage: he´s to throw it in the inner of his soul...
and think that maybe, from now on, he shall have a tittle,
he´ll be my Anonymous Inspiration of Love...
Lara Elra Cira