Oh, my love, I cry too much,
at silly, simple things,
from the thoughts that they bring,
such as your soft and gentle touch.
So I tell you once again, my dear,
there's nothing that I can
offer you, I say again
but my heart, to hold near.
So much to you I want to give,
I want to make you smile,
and not just happiness for awhile.
So, is this enough to live?
So now, I hand you my heart,
and this, oh love, I beg, I plead,
tell me true, and I'll never part.
All this, I ask you, do you need?
04/01/01
