HeavyBalls
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The Gift...
I wander back and forth from place to place.
In and out as wares are displayed and viewed.
My mind a flutter, searching for perfection.
My passion, my desire, my tenderness, my treasure.
I need to find it, find perfection for her.
I feel the need to provide, as she gives me so much.
Baubles line the walls and aisles, they are gorgeous.
But which one will fit, which one will unlock her smile?
My hands hold precious things, demanding a high price.
My mind, however is unclear, I cannot reconcile.
Then I remember, this is fleeting, a physical symbol.
That my true gift to her, is what i have always given her...
My devotion, love and adoration.
I wander back and forth from place to place.
In and out as wares are displayed and viewed.
My mind a flutter, searching for perfection.
My passion, my desire, my tenderness, my treasure.
I need to find it, find perfection for her.
I feel the need to provide, as she gives me so much.
Baubles line the walls and aisles, they are gorgeous.
But which one will fit, which one will unlock her smile?
My hands hold precious things, demanding a high price.
My mind, however is unclear, I cannot reconcile.
Then I remember, this is fleeting, a physical symbol.
That my true gift to her, is what i have always given her...
My devotion, love and adoration.
