Poetry is to me 

My boat along the sea 

I'd drown without it 

So glad I found it 

My writing sets me free. 

 

My eyes are open to 

The things that I must do  

To win you over 

My four leaf clover 

I'm nothing without you. 

 

Without this tricky art 

We would be worlds apart 

It explains this mess 

That I can't express 

You healed my broken heart. 

 

I write the things I do 

Because I don't know who 

Else would deal 

With these things I feel 

My poems are for you.