I have so much love
to give, but it seems like no
one really wants it.

To wake in the morning and hold the sun in your hand
To see a dream come to be after thoughts you had planned
To laugh with a child and to share in her tears
To hold and protect to belay all her fears

The sound of a blackbirds enchanting sweet song
To admit to yourself when you know you are wrong
To shout out aloud when you know your alone
To make good of a sin, to admit, to atone

To bathe **** in the moonlight with the one you adore
To win or to lose to miss or to score
To feel dew-wet-grass, slowly squeeze  through your toes
To share with the bees the delights of a rose
To write to compose to compile to make prose

To go on a diet, then to fit into your cloths
To be happy with life to make do with your lot
To finish a poem to the end with a dot.