Gifts of Love

I used to say I love you, many years ago – My passion-cries were wings of flight! Like burning arrows pierced upon a snowy night, I loosed my songs to let you know. So long ago! So many years will change a man. And now the songs of love lie burnt Like cindered, wasted chars of music never learnt. I live my life as best I can. So now I only open doors for you - you nod. I rub your aching back - you moan. You only frown - I work my fingers to the bone. My quiver’s broken, bare and flawed. I still go on, I weed your flower beds - you pout. I always serve as you command. I take you to a restaurant - I hold your hand. You point to trash - I take it out. I buy you gifts - you ask me of my whereabouts. I see your tears - I hold you near, My arrows burnt by what I hold most dear - Your nods, your frowns, your tears and pouts.