I Cannot Offer You The Moon On A Platter.
I still will never understand how I can write a love poem when there is no one it is for.
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I cannot offer you the moon on a platter
Or a cup of sunshine for that matter
I am not quite as powerful as that
Considering I struggle when we chat
What I can offer you though
And this on you I will bestow
Is love – honest pure and simple
Every pore, blemish and dimple
I will remember in my mind’s eye
From now till the day that I die
Such beauty only “marks” can make
beauty not hollow and fake
I cannot offer you the moon on a platter
Or a cup of sunshine for that matter
But I will love you
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Hope you enjoy, please feel free to comment.
The Lonely Recluse.