My man

I'm rewriting old prose poems I don't like, shortening them and hopefully improving them

I have a man
No con no scam
I let us flow
Without force
On a boat without oars
Till a feeling's come along
For the boy
On whom I dote
To whom I'm writing this note

It's been battles
With this man
That for a while rattle
With words that don't matter
However
As long as the world spins
And birds sing
It is a win-win