Poetic Meta-dialogue

Well, here we are again. Greetings all! 
Tonight I am putting up some completely random poetry!  My friend (A.) and I (B.) were chatting on facebook, and for some reason we began talking in rhyme. This, of course, led to a poetical conversation about poetry. I found it very interesting, so I decided to document it.  Hope you like it!
><>RileyRose<><

A Poetical Meta-dialogical conversation.

A.
I will miss you very much
But still, I revel in the lush
Sound of silence that I hear
Dearest girl, please never fear
You will always be my friend
But conversations have to end

B.
Well done, well done oh darling Dear,
but not as good as me I fear.
For poetry is my forte,
although not modest for to say

A.
In poetry class I have the highest mark
Rhythm and meter are just a lark.

B.
Poetic speech is not technique,
it's passion makes the words unique.
To the heart the words must talk,
if poetry it's not to mock

A.
Poetry requires a lot of study
Or else the meter will be muddy.

B.
But all the meter in the land,
can't bring love from heart to hand.
If the feelings that you tell,
are understood then all is well
But if there is no feeling there,
the poem makes not the reader care

A.
I would beg to disagree
Just between you and me
Without some knowledge it's just trashy
But an expert's work can be quite smashing.

B.
But, dear friend, you will agree,
the expert's work shows both to thee.
technique, feeling, all is there,
both the meter and the care
Love is present with the Rhyme,
If 'tis not it is a crime

A.
Verily, verily, that is true
But I must admit to you,
That people who think meter doesn't matter
Are completely mad, mad as a hatter

B.
I agree with what you say,
words are really like a clay
molded in the form we want,
as encouragement or taunt
Words do mighty power hold,
harnessed only by the bold