The first gift you've bought me,
Is already one too many;
All I need is your love.
But I am glad for the gift
Because when you're not here
I hold it close
To prevent my fear,
Of losing you
Coming true.
I love you, my darling
More than words can say
And yet on your words
I hang
Waiting for the next line to be spoken
And heal the agony inside
For you are always gone to long.
