I'm not through

Rounded up all the poems I could find
Turned into notes I am pined
1859 words is all it is
Brief & short the poems resist
I send you my thoughts with my care
I want you more than you just there
What I told Shawn about genius that was not vain
I could've been a pianist, but I still can't play
I love the outdoors I always have
But God gave me a pc job it is my suave
Plumbing, wiring, laying carpet too
I always knew I wasn't gruff I'm not through
Let me finish hear me out
Either you diminished or word of mouth
I will play my part my wild oats sown
I'm a bookworm now that needs to be known
We are 2 peas in a pod that at first was found
You are eevrything I am fond you are sound

love you,
michael"DEE"house