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Gifts of gold and diamonds, you can put away,
Those aren’t the things that’ll make me stay.
I long for thought, for love that’s shown.
In ways that make me feel I’m known.

You go all out for others on special days,
With gifts and words and thoughtful displays.
But when it come to me, it feels so small-
Like I barely matter to you at all.

All these years,  I’ve stood with grace,
Doing my part to hold this place.
I mow the lawn, and put plants in the ground,
So you can rest, not run around.

My love is quiet, strong, and deep.
In things I give and time I keep.
But on special days, I feel left behind.
Like thoughts of me never cross your mind.

It’s not what you give that holds my heart.
It’s the effort you put in it, while we’re apart.
But on special days, I feel left out.
Like you forgot what love’s about.

I tell you these things to help you see.
To give a damn, to notice me.
Not for the chores or things I do.
But for all the love that I give to you.

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