His eyes flicker
Back and forth with concern
As he carefully places
Intricate lines
Fiddling with dimensions
Playing with spaces
He is the master
Behind this craftsmanship

His passion in his work
Is something not even I
Could ever be the muse of

For You

I gifted you
My sanity
With a ribbon
I tightly pushed
What was left
Into a small box
To give you
Without question

I thought 
I was in love
It was really
Your grip on me
That drove me