I could give you flowers,
so pretty and so fine,
and chocolates, so tasty and so sweet.
Or I could give you passion,
with this heart of mine,
and let you feel my love of intense heat.
Maybe even simple things,
like moonlit evening walks,
or catching fireflies in a little jar.
And afterwards, as we lie
in a field and talk,
We'll have a heaven never seen so far.
So words I say, or even write
that you hold so dear,
will never show the joy that you bring.
My heart is held in your hands,
and each day you draw it near.
My love, you've given everything.
05/01
