I hold you close to me and I don't know why.
You give me strength and purpose I can't deny.
Like a dry sponge, you allow me to pour,
My soul into you and you never close the door.
You are part of me, like my arm or my hand,
So tired I become, can't even stand.
My eyes glass over with water from my tears,
Doing this with you helps me fight my fears.
I hold you so tight, with the grip of steel,
Never to let you go, so strong is my will.
Through you my friend, I can do anything,
Compose music, write a book, or even sing.
With a delicate hand, I keep you so sharp,
I can put you down to paper and then we can start.
-Not for any contest