I want to give you anything and everything,
But the world is not mine to bestow.
I would gift you the stars in the heavens,
But my hands are not that long to go.
I'd love to show you the wonders,
But I've yet to explore them myself.
I want to mine diamonds for you,
But my hands lack the strength, the wealth.
I'd plant flowers in your house, so dear,
But they thrive in their own special place.
I'd hand you all the joy in the world,
But I have no net to embrace such grace.
I wish to take all your sorrows away,
But magic is beyond my reach.
So here I am, with all I have,
My soul is yours to keep.
You need not seek a key,
For the gates of my soul will open wide,
With the gentle touch of your heart,
And your heart alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem