I could give you a flower,
Who’s beauty was never before seen.
But it would pale and die,
Next to the wonder of your being.
I could give you money,
and riches of untold score.
But what good are these,
when spent, and no more.
I could give you clothes,
and linens of finest weave.
But fine clothes must be worn,
and you’d have cause to leave.
I could give you the world,
and what would you do?
Would you wear it on your sleeve,
this bauble I gave to you?
So I give you my heart,
and all that is within.
And hope against hope,
your love for me to begin.
I will give you this gift,
with no thought of return.
No flowers, money, or clothes,
just the chance, your love to earn.
(© M.Snow 2014)
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