My Love he does not to me bring
Flowers, jewels and such
He knows I care not, for these things
And my heart, they do not touch

My Love he brings, his smile to me
His reassuring touch
He whispers words of love to me
And they mean so ever much

My Love he brings me
Pieces of his heart
Giving of himself, holding back no part

What need should I ever have
Of material things

When the greatest gift of all
My Love daily brings
Himself