For your eyes only

I wrote it; with care
Not to win any awards.
I wrote it asking for help.
I wrote it as a prayer
And with one mis-keystroke
It is for your eyes only
And will never be seen by another
Unless I write it again
But what I wrote in all its honesty
And Artistry is but a Zen garden blown
By the winds and the rain
Like incense leaving but a scent
For your eyes only Lord
It is now nothing but a prayer
With a hope that the answer come
With clarity and care,
I wrote it; with care.