"Offerings" by Rusty Algren

Offerings

In these times of ours, great things exist,

to give and bring one pleasure.

The world is full of manmade things,

some priceless, beyond measure.

Gold and silver, precious stones,

things from near and far.

Fine tapestries, and sculpture,

and the newer object d'art.

So many things to give to you,

were they but mine to offer.

But alas, in these I am not rich,

and have an empty coffer.

The things I'd give aren't tangible,

not something you can hold.

Not something you could hide away,

were you to be so bold.

Nor something you could hang on walls,

for all to gaze in rapture.

Or something you could hunt and keep,

if you were wont to capture.

Just little things, intangible,

that everyone could share.

So listen love, and take my hand,

walk with me if you dare.

I'd give the sun, at early morn,

with every waking dawn.

The silver moon, and twinkling stars,

as we lay out on the lawn.

I'd give a walk in summer rain,

wet kisses on your face.

And icy snow stuffed down your back,

to run off as you chase.

All this I'd gladly give to you,

as lover or as wife.

And an endless, timeless, love for you,

to last beyond this life.

I'd give you comfort in the night,

and picnic's in the park.

And gentle love made beautifully,

where candles light the dark.

A double rainbow in the spring,

and colored leaves in fall.

A hummingbird, a whippoorwill,

a loon's soft haunting call.

And what have you, that you could share,

would give me what I need?

The sight of you, your love, your kiss,

my treasure trove indeed.

Not much, perhaps, when you compare,

the things that others share.

But things bought with mere money,

are seldom done with care.

The things I offer can't be bought,

their value can't be measured.

They're things I've always loved the most,

the things I've always treasured.

My love, what offerings do I have,

that another can't provide?

Just things inside my heart and soul,

locked somewhere deep inside.

Rusty Algren

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