To someone who calls me by a "sweetie" name
Who'll serve the tea and mentions
"love you" on the way
Who'll be with me in grief or sadness
And who is happy with another shared day
The one at home on cosy winter evenings
That man who did not take that there was an end
To one who'd cover up my ears in the wind
And who would say: "I'm yours, with all my heart", again...
The one who wouldn't wake me up when early,
Who'd give me warmth, who finds me no matter what
Who waited long, who knows me
when sick, admiring when strong
and sends me kisses by the sms -
To him I write my verse
And every night when lying by his side,
I'm giving thanks to God for such a Gift I've got.
I love him in return, no sufferings, but sure
That life with him is bound to be good as gold.
16/07/2017
Gift
© Copyright: Ирина Неаронова, 2017
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