This Year, Underneath the Tree
This Year, Underneath the Tree
By Rick Rucker
This year, underneath the tree,
Presents all around,
But, the one that can’t be found,
The one, that means the most to me,
Your Love, which you give to me, so True,
And I return, in kind,
You are always in my mind,
What else could I do?
My Love, given to you for all my Life,
Seems a very inexpensive Gift,
But, I hope it will, your Spirits, lift,
That is why I have asked you to be my Wife!
Love cannot be bought for pay,
Money does not make it yours,
Those, that try that, are curs,
It comes only layaway!
Installments made on Time,
Like a daily morning Kiss,
It is little things like this,
That make it so Sublime,
After half a hundred years,
If the payments, We have made,
When, to Our Rest, We are laid,
There should be no tears,
You and I will have loved, hard and long,
Together we will be,
On those clouds that appear a Sea,
Having loved each other Strong,
My Life, I give to you, my Love,
Without reservation, or fear,
Always want you to be near,
Until we live in Heaven, Above!
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