Your Gifts
I may give you flowers, but they cannot compare
to the beauty that I see in you your charm and your flare.
I might give you diamonds, or rings made of gold
but pale they are next to you and the beauty I behold.
For I love you dearly from your head down to your feet
these things that I might give to you their looks cannot
compete.
Even though you are quite fair and beautiful to the eye
there is so much more to you than the surface that I spy.
What makes me love you more each day when I'm so near or far
what I love is the complete person, the woman that you are.
The way you laugh, the way you cry or play around with me
the things you do and what you say is more than what I see.
The way you can excite me or bring me back down to earth
or your reading me like a little book or telling me of my worth.
Your kindness and compassion, your personality
your consideration plus the little things you do for me.
All the things that make the you, the woman I adore
they make you very special they make me love you more.
So little things that you might get as gifts to you from me
are just very small reflections of you and your complete
beauty.
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