For What It's Worth

For what it's worth, these words I cannot weigh, I'm not at all religious, but your plight spurs me on to pray. For what it's worth I think about your sorry fate every single day, I feel so acutely, yet I don't know what to say. And, for what it's worth, that's the point, words fail us.... fail me, Maybe, for you to read my feelings, that would be my plea. Then pages and pages of poetic beauty would endlessly abound, A font of nurturing nectar fountaining up from the ground, Showering you with words expertly moulded to your needs, Lines to fit, just yours, perfect and able to please.