Thank you

It takes time to iron words smooth and make them rhyme,
But no matter how they stumble and mumble from my mind,
My words have been true, save the baby-tiny things,
But sometime its hard to speak open through my mind,
Its a fear that the train will slip on the only rind,
Only ending in the burst of my cloud 9 into rain,
determined to stumble and grab your small hand,
That you aren't a victim of the drain,

What I mean to say is thank you for all you've done,
In the face of this intangible cliff,
For dropping me the rope tied to that stone,
My fears soon quake and fall stiff,
It leaves a simple peace in place,
Where shadows fall in a breeze,
You've kept me far from the brink,
Its taken much time for me to find,
just how much you make me think.