Gifts What can I give you that you can keep? What will survive the ravages of time? A star that shines upon you as you sleep? A paper scrap that holds a bit of rhyme? My hill to climb, when living is too much? The crescent of my little view of sea? When all the stars are dim, my hand to touch That you may know I love you tenderly? The sharing of your want, by day or night? In careful custody, your dreams to hold? Walks in the rain, the piece of firelight; Togetherness, as lasting bright as gold? I offer these, but if you should not heed, I offer you my heart, I shall not need. Written by: Ollie Flynn circa 1927 RETURN
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