What can I give to you that you may keep?
What will survive the ravages of time?
A star that shines upon you as you sleep?
A paper scrap that holds a bit of rhyme?
My hill to climb, when living is too much?
The crescent of my little view of sea?
When all the stars are dim, my hand to touch
That you may know I love you, tenderly?
The sharing of your want, by day or night?
In careful custody, your dreams to hold?
Walks in the rain; the peace of firelight?
Togetherness, as lasting bright as gold?
I offer these, but if you should not heed,
I offer you the heart I shall not need.
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