I'm not a poet
If I were,
I'd write you a beautiful verse.

I would use pretty words
And flowery prose,
To create a picture for you.

You would be able to understand
That I feel passion,
And rage -- all at once.

I'd say these things
And I wouldn't fumble,
Or bite my words.

You would soon learn
That you inspire me,
You challenge me.

But I am not a poet
So I must say it,
In simple terms.

I feel SOMETHING inside
Not sure if this is good,
Or if this is bad.

I thank you for helping me
To reach beyond,
And dream again.

I'm sure we met
For some reason,
My treasured friend.

I hope you get everything
That you desire,
In this short life.

Think of me once in a while,
On your new journey,
And I'll keep you in mind.