An hour's warmth as dawn draws near
A laugh that's brief, but often heard -
Each sound, each touch, is for you, dear.
I give to you a winning smile
And all its kith, eack smirk and grin.
I give you, too, each charm and guile -
My sweetest moods, and more again.
I give you my two kindly eyes,
I give you my two patient ears,
Whether the first dances or cries,
Whether the last hears joy or tears.
Each gift itself is small, but, see -
My love, I give you all of me.
