My words are the only gift I have for you
I cannot give you jewels or gold
I cannot feed you, or quench your thirst
When you are sad or lonely
I cannot hold you, or dry your tears.
I cannot give you
perfumes to make your senses swim
Nor
silks to
swathe your body
Nor
roses and
jasmine to make you smile
My voice, though
tuneful in its way,
Cannot
soothe you to sleep from afar
All I have are my thoughts
And how I express them
So, I craft them, as best I can.
My words are the only gift I have for you
I hope you like them