Love for Her
Gold means nothing to me,
Silver’s all the same.
Her heart’s worth more than rubies
Her love puts diamonds to shame.
You may wave flowers under my nose,
You can show the finest art, but to me
There’s nothing quite so priceless
As my one love’s quality.
I don’t have much,
But between you and me,
I’ve never felt hunger or pain
her love fulfills all I need.
You can tear me away from her
You can tempt me with all you can find
You can make me blind and deaf
But you can’t change her love in my mind.
Age can steal my youth,
Death can steal my final breath
but once I’m gone,
My love for her will still be left.
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