My Heart I Offer None

The storm raves and rants

Sweeping the land with vicious violence

Yet it will wane

And soon cease

The flowers blossom with all its glory

But its life is short lived

For it soon withers and dries

The clouds …… ah clouds

They gather, dark and heavy

Yet shall disappear

But love I offer you has no end

I will love you, my love

For I have a gift for you

A precious gift…..ah

My heart I offer none.

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