I had words and smiles for you,
Touch, like sparks into waters,
I had stories and poems for you,
Time, tender and dear as light,
I had dreams and hopes for us,
Precious, as salt in deep ocean,
Solid as spirit, love, devotions.

But words to you, just stories,
And smiles for you not poems,
Time was not precious nor dear,
Your eyes smiled no deeper then,
Your skin stretched silent a heart,
Gifts were not real things for you,
But they were all the world to me.