Round Circle

I could write you a poem
Write one fine and dandy
But it would seem like
I had hit the brandy
When you push on the hands of a compass
Push too hard and too fast
They will only shatter
And go out with a blast
Let me pick you up
And guide you to the north
Set you gently back down
And let you go forth
Second thought let me hold you
Hold you close and light
Let me lick your lips
To let my feelings recite
You could walk in circles
Holding my left hand
Drawing a line with your foot
As I only stand
A circle goes on forever
Without a twist or bend
I could tell you my feelings in a poem
But all poems have an end