I PROVIDE

I am the stretch
The scratch
The way your shoulders
Shrug off sleep

I am the first note
of the song you sing
The first beat
Of the rhythm you tap
The only high note
You reach

I am the ink
On your newspaper
The grounds
That make your coffee
The Bread
That you will toast

I am your shoelaces
For your run
The towel for your sweat
The seat you recline against
As you catch your breath

I am the salt in your stew
The butter in which you scramble your eggs
The apples that flavor your yogurt

I am the wish
On the flames of your candles
When they sing "Happy Birthday"
Blow me, baby

I am yours

Everything you need I provide

Now tell me
Why
You're not happy

Nikki Giovanni


**Ladies and Gentlemen....you can't create love- It creates itself and cannot be hidden once it has arrived!