Himself
My Love he does not
To me bring
Flowers, jewels and such
He knows I care not
For these things
And my heart
They do not touch
My Love he brings
His smile to me
His reassuring touch
He whispers words of love
To me
And they mean
So ever much
My Love he brings me
Pieces of his heart
Giving of himself
Holding back no part
What need should I
Ever have
Of material things
When the greatest gift
Of all
My Love daily brings
Himself
Neva Flores
My Love he does not
To me bring
Flowers, jewels and such
He knows I care not
For these things
And my heart
They do not touch
My Love he brings
His smile to me
His reassuring touch
He whispers words of love
To me
And they mean
So ever much
My Love he brings me
Pieces of his heart
Giving of himself
Holding back no part
What need should I
Ever have
Of material things
When the greatest gift
Of all
My Love daily brings
Himself
Neva Flores
5 comments:
Another great poem Neva. Your love sounds like a wonderful person. :)
Just beautiful, so sensitive, thank you for sharing your talent so generously.
wonderful thoughts Neva, just beautiful.
This is what every man and woman in their heart wants to hear.
You are so talented!! Just beautiful!! Not only is the meaning so precious, but the WAY you write it touches me deeply. Your poetry has an "other worldly" quality to it that feels very innocent and lacking affectations, effortless, sincere and part of who you are. I literally feel transported. Hugs, Robin
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