Thank You

It’s not a “thank you”,
But a “thank you”;
It’s not a word,
But a harmless sword;
It’s not a voice,
But a feeling nice;
For understanding me,
An act of holding me;
For drinking my tears,
Saying it sweet without fears;
Although sour,
Slippery and added more n more;
It’s a slow moving arrow,
Neither fast nor furious fellow;
It’s an organ-ic fluid,
Flowing through the lip-py lucid;
The way,
I say;
Slips through the ears,
Caresses your heart’s and near;
Increasing your lub dubs,
Decreasing your dub lubs;
Once again,
With no loss and full gain;
I say,
In my way;
A thank you,
Oh! I love you;
But remember,
Oh! Dear;
It’s not a “thank you”,
But a “thank you”.