Yes, I will keep you warm <br />in my cosy lap <br />and I will muss up your hair. <br /> <br />And no riches are yours <br />nor mine in this life. <br />Only the one jewel <br />which is dressed in <br />old shirts <br />and fills musty old sweaters. <br />They add to your beauty <br />and cling to your skin. <br /> <br />In the wee hours then <br />I will be in the kitchen, <br />baking bread in the morn <br />as you like it - from corn. <br /> <br />May I feed you in bed <br />like we stuff the wild ducks? <br />You shall have the best morsels. <br /> <br />While you slept, the bread baked. <br />I was thanking my God <br />for loving me so <br />that he gave me YOU. <br /> <br />For L<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/it-s-not-much-but-i-m-yours/
