Thanksgiving Poem

I confess my adoration of all you say and do,
and want to find a way to convey it here to you,
but ideal admiration cannot be sold or bought,
and sincere thanks is not delivered in a flowerpot.
And so I write this little poem, paltry in its length,
to show my gratitude for your kindness and your strength.

Prompt words today are thanks, confess, adoration, deliver, ideal and flowerpot.