I Would
I would give you flowers
But I cannot kill the last innocent things of the world
I would sing you songs
But I dream your motion a sweeter melody makes than song
I would write you poems
But words have many meanings and are singly true
I would buy you diamonds
But happy that I'm too poor to lie, for no stone your value compose
So let us sit like children
Puzzled with ourselves in the drench and pour of summer's hot rain;
No flowers, songs, poems, diamonds
Only the echo of eternity and our hearts panting to follow there.
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