Don’t give me love nor memories that fade.
Don’t give me words nor pointless promises.
Don’t tell me you love me in so many brilliant manners,
nor how much you want me as if you were tying a knot.
Let it be night when I close my eyes, and please leave my soul alone.
Don’t give me flowers that have perished and will surely rot.
Nothing that’s dead can stand for us.
Don’t give me stones to carry nor a trench that I must fill.
Don’t give me smiles that are not yours, nor tears only shed to move me.
Show me the plainest of the plain in you, without prejudice nor pride.
Don’t give me anything, except your life, and I will tie it down with mine.
Give me your mornings, your fears, and your humanity.
Let our tomorrows be a garden, of smiles, tears, and laughter,
of children running dippily in merry-go-rounds,
of tender caresses, sighs, and whispers.
Give me your now and your forever and ever, in this life.