Poem for helena, even though she doesn't read the blog.

Her name is helena
She’s as sweet as they come
I cannot complain
For a thing that she’s done

She promises marriage
Even though we still cheat
I’d still buy her a carriage
And massage her feat.

She lives in my province
Yet so far away
But i‘m still convinced
I will see her some day.

This poem doth blow
I really must say
But I want you to know
I won’t go away

That sounded real bad
even kind of creepy
So please don’t get mad
or it will get gawky (that means awkward)

So how do you close
a poem so crappy?
I just hope she knows
It's to make her happy.