It was not

It was not

It was not for critiquing
The way I dot an i
Or cross a t
that I share my verse
With you.

It was not for seeking
Your approval or
To move your heart to say
A single thing.

It was not for peeking
In to take
A quick and furtive look
At whom I am.

It was a simple yearning
To give the giver back a gift
As deep as she gave me.

It was only the returning
With yet a different verse
The bottle to the sea.