I Would Give To You, My Love Poem by moon batchelder

i would give to you, my love
a thousand roses for your bed.
without a single thorn upon
and lotuses to soothe your head.

i would give you storms in june
to ease the hot mid-summer days.
the moon and stars, an entourage
to set your twilight hours ablaze.

and i would give to you, my love
the freedom that eludes your ken
my wings to use to soar beyond
your various imprisonments.

but there you are, with hands in fists,
with blinded eyes and heart of stone,
like some egyptian statuette
frozen to your granite throne.

so i will give to you, my love,
the distance that exists between
a living spirit and a stone
and no more ask the stone to change.