Nothing To Give

I have nothing to give you,
no diamonds or gold to grace your finger
or trace your neck and hang
where your heart beats;
no visions painted by hand and brush
of Rembrandt or Van Gogh;
no long lost treasures,
no star in some far off galaxy,
no mansion by the lake
or rustic cabin in the woods,

I can give you nothing but words,
a meagre offering at best,
and so I string together pieces of my soul
across the page
and let them mingle with the clouds
to drift to you at night;

I can give you nothing but kisses
too few, and long awaited
and so I let them linger on your lips
so the taste of me remains
as tender memories
to stay with you even when you’re old;

I can give you nothing but Love
inadequate though that may be,
and so I pour it like a tender rain
echoing of the beating of my heart,
and let it bathe you in my warmth
when days grow cold

I have nothing to give you
and so I give you all I can,
all I have
all I know how to give —
I give you
me



october 2011

 
 



Awarded by Poetic Constellations ~ Di ~ Oct 28, 2011