Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your pink-cheeked girlish wishes
Of silver buckles and sugar dishes
And shimmering ponds with dancing fishes,
Bring them to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your tales with soft-spoke grace
With hot summer days and hatless haste
And picnics with petticoats carefully placed,
Bring them to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your autumn soul's delight
Your eyes aglow and sparkling bright
And sketching with words the stars alight,
Bring it to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your rapture of first snowfall
And watching the stream go from trickle to crawl
Tell me these things when I come to call,
And bring it to me, my love.
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your finds when spring does bloom
When winter has met its yearly doom
When flower is bride, and bee is groom,
Bring it to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your heart when it's been rejected
When your caring spirit's been misdirected
I'll give you a glass to show beauty reflected,
Bring it to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your warmth when days are cold
When I realize I'm growing old
When all my stories have just been told,
Bring it to me, my love
Bring it to me - your love, my love
Bring me your quiet trust in need
Your wish that Death would choke on greed
Your wanting more to see, to see...
And I'll give it to you - my love
© 2004 Kayla Elmore |