I find delight in simple things.
I do not yearn for luxuries,
A tiny gift lends my heart wings
Because he’s chosen it for me
We are not rich but have enough
to pay for our necessities.
I do not need expensive stuff.
A token’s always sure to please
He is my man and does his best
To ensure he fulfils my needs
Though other folks are not impressed.
I have no doubt that he succeeds.
What others think irrelevant
He is my man and I’m content.
9-Mar-09
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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A tiny gift lends my heart wings Because he’s chosen it for me time taken, for the small token of endearment, purchased with love and joy, while thinking of the the delight of the one who receives with love... simply beautiful