Dedicated to You By: SheridanCraneFitzgerald@hotmail.com I write so often of you That sometimes I get mad When I put my pen to paper And the poems turn out bad. It's not because they lack meaning, Truth, and even beauty; It's because I've written of everything I think and feel when you're with me. I sometimes write for inspiration To get my juices flowing, Starting out aimlessly, Not knowing where I'm going. And then I turn anew To a course of love, And confess shamelessly That you're all I'm thinking of. I may have written hundreds -- Thousands of poem for you; So it's no surprise that I Haven't anything new. They're all written for you, But never reveal that fact; No names or indication -- In that area, they lack. So while I'm writing this, Starting fresh and new, I'll take a different path: I dedicate this poem to you. BACK