Gift
Gift
What can I give,
what thing of use
that you might see or wear
would long remind so lovely you
of so loving me--
since fondness tied to use
soon fades by daily handling.
And what of words that have no use,
whose meaning all depends?
Might they find passage to your heart,
place there a sight or sound
so gentle, loving, fair,
it now and then might rise
like music to your ear
or sunlight to your eyes
'til I am part of what you see
or part of what you hear?
Copyright © Christopher Bowen | Year Posted 2019
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