Treasures

Those treasures she gave me
A pretty flower that’s rotten now
A paper turtle with broken leg
Satin roses made by her own hands
Scented candles that I dare not light
A poster telling how a man must behave in love
Another with little babies greeting me in diapers
Tiny dolls of smiling girls
Sweet looking book marks
Old journal with girly writing
Her pictures with trailing smiles
Plastic diamonds made of scrap
Hair strands fallen off her comb that I stole
A book to understand woman
Shirts selected on her liking
Butter chocolate pudding that she made and I ate

The day she insists… to be returned…

Can’t rip her memories off my heart
Can’t squeeze happy tears from my eyes
Can’t pay back her hugs and kisses
Can’t return the warmth she blessed me with
Can’t remit the sweet love I was showered in loads
Will never part with those two rings
She gave gifted that cling to my finger
If she asks back her love… she gets not all
Not that I wish not to give… but I just die outright