You offer to change my life, to make it a thing worth having: <br />What can I do but whisper hoarsely “Please, yes... oh please.” <br /> <br />You say you’ll never grow tired of me and us and leave: <br />What can I do but try to have faith in that promise? <br /> <br />You say you’ll give me everything and I wonder: <br />What can I offer in return? <br /> <br />I want to keep you safe, unhurt and whole; <br />To take your past pain and suffer it for you; <br />To raise winds that let you fly however, wherever you need to go; <br />To feed your body and spirit and keep the chill from both of them; <br /> <br />I want to clear whatever path you choose to walk; <br />To level the bumps, with my flesh if that’s what it takes; <br />To make endless untrammelled days for you, <br />To see you smile on waking to each one. <br /> <br />I want to live or die for you, whichever does the job; <br />To let you be fine and shining and glorious <br />To do what you came to earth for, loving and healing: <br />To me Madonna mia, Adrianna. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />But at the bottom of the page, what’s all that worth <br />And how does it translate from day-to-day? <br />I can cook for you and chop the wood, <br />Do what any servant does: it isn’t much at that, <br />Compared with what you offer me. <br />So despair creeps in to sap my hope of you. <br /> <br /> <br />Then you talk to me and I begin to realise <br />That when for your completion you have need to give, <br />I can be the one who understands the nature of the gift, <br />Appreciates it truly and never takes for granted. <br />You fill me with wonder and joy and I see I can offer <br />To be the vessel for the love you have to spare.<br /><br />Roy William Gotaas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/what-can-i-do-26/
