My words are neatly organized from thoughts
I gained in time, and follow grammar rules
to have them read and shared with you.
They may not always be the sentences
my mind would like to see,
nor meet your expectations,
but here, this much, is truth
as seen by me, improvement anyway
compared to chaos of a weary soul.
Extractions of my inner world.
So bear with me and know
I try to write how much I love you
but in a different verse each time,
where nothing rhymes, in longing for
your understanding of the whole.