A Poem I Wrote for Thee

My arms contain no strength or might,

My feet no blisters raw.

No scars adorn my back or breast,

No fracture splits my jaw.

I bear no burns of fires bred

In forges meant for war.

For you, though, I would take them all

For now and evermore.

Your love is nothing common

Like this poem I wrote for thee.

A poem you might see everyday

From some more close than me.

A ghost, perhaps, I am to you,

And ever might I be,

But I hope you'll take the time to read

This poem I wrote for thee.