Am I what you wanted?
Am I adequate?
Do I meet your needs?
I'm no counterfeit.
Would you like something deep?
A message about feelings?
Please speak now,
Then I may guide you through your grieving.
I know the second requirement:
You expect me to rhyme.
Then I should tell you,
about the expanses of hours, minutes and days.
I'd be happy to oblige
whatever be your need.
Please just let me know
whatever your current greed.
Did you want something more?
Perhaps bliss from a throne?
Sorry to disappoint, but
I am but a poem.
