Place of verse in my life

I wonder, in my life what's the place of verse?
It does place my bosom beyond the purse,
From where it becomes possible to see
Many a motive, playing their part in me;

And from that beauty, when I listen to words,
It unfolds the feeling that sound affords;
And, helps me learn how to conceive and wait
But of that sweet soft pain, what could be writ!

I, even in a furious or pensive mood,
If sit to write, my Muse uses it as food
And, from that, cool vividness does create;
With this bright ink her pen grafts my fate.

Who could gift such a wondrous wealth to me?
Ah! It’s hugging hand of my darling, thee!!!