Friday, December 28, 2007

My humble offering

Wish I could love you; give more to this affair
But my heart has been torn apart; beyond repair.
It doesn’t have any feelings to spare
You give yourself to me in totality,
Without doubt or fear, you love me unconditionally.
It’s more than romantic evenings whispering sweet nothings,
We stare at stars, and take walks in the mornings,
We share dreams and give them wings.
You love me truly, without effort, without pretense
Unable to return it, I offer you my battered soul’s shavings.

1 comment:

  1. Heart has a reason... a reason unknown..

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