Because He Offers All Poem by Patti Masterman

Because he offers all,
I find I can take less;
Though secrets held in thrall-
And nothing, can confess.

Because his love is free,
I'm reticent to pay
A wholesale customs fee-
But take instead, a day.

Or part a day; an hour-
Or minutes- if he shows-
Or seconds, if it’s late-
I'm desperate, you know.

Because he offers all,
I'm happy with a mite;
We’ll spare no grudging airs,
Take nothing- but delight.