I have no milk

I have no milk to give the world;
I have no blood or tears.
I have no sweat to prove my work,
my willingness to please;

too long I toiled and strove and dreamed
and no cathedrals rose.

So what remains when I am pressed?
Not riches; hardly those.
I spent it all, held nothing back;
Tore petals from the rose.

When all there was is all there is,
I give my words, my breath.