I cannot give you everything.
The stars I cannot reach.
A mortal am I and one day I will die;
Just as those whom in prayers we beseech.
I cannot give you gold and jewels,
Or titles and castles.
I will though give, what I can as we live,
Together as earthly vassals.
I cannot give you perfection,
If such a thing there were.
And a ‘God’ lifes’ one comforter.
I cannot give you everything,
Yet this I give to you.
A hope. A prayer.
A joy, and a care.
A promise to look after you.
And forever give, should I now die or live,
All the love which my heart could now or ever give.
K. Aldaya, 4/12/08
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