I would sing you a song, if music I could play.
I would write you a story, if I knew just what to say.
I would hold a star in my hand, if it would light up your day.
I would show you the world, if I had the money to pay.
I would be all you want, if it means by my side you will stay.
I can give you my hand, which you can mold like clay.
I can give you my devotion, for my heart you do slay.
I can give you my life, before you I lay.
I can give you my heart, that's all I have left to sway.
I can give you my love, that's all I can display.
This is all I have to offer take it if you may.
By Aimee R.M. Condon
3 comments:
ok if i may, i'll take your hand to mold like clay, go ahead hold a star to burn you away, got any money? its me you pay, a heart to slay? wow thats an opening for anything i have to say!
okay if i may,i have something i'd like to say is that poems are not gay i thought of that right away and then everyone said hip hip horay
okay if i may,i have something i'd like to say is that poems are not gay i thought of that right away and then everyone said hip hip horay
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