Nothing Left To Give
I gave you my love
my sweet turtle dove
I gave you my hand
deep in quicksand
I gave you my name
"I do" you exclaim
Gifts small and great
even a sporadic date
The child in womb
procreate sweet bloom
Trip round the world
marriage flag unfurled
A humble marriage bed
sweet serenity spread
A house and lovely home
when your too tired to roam
but I've run out of gifts
and replaced them with rifts
and I looked in the store
there was nothing anymore
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