Ask
I never ask you for a ring,
Or fine dining,
For your gaze burns
Fiercer than cubic zirkonia,
Sending fire through my veins,
Your eyes my nourishment.
So hand me a sweater
From the donation center,
I'd wear with pride.
Gift me a piece of cake,
From the soup kitchen,
I'd gladly eat.
Hold my hand,
Which awakens
To your touch.
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