From the teensy little bibelots
To great boxes packed with gold
There are endowments of diverse worth
For both the callow and the old.
But, put them all in toto
They could not stand in lieu,
For, the greatest endowments of all
Is the bliss of knowing you.
When all those plans you laid out
Are reduced to shambles
When grief, pain or doubts
Make your knees crumble.
Just stop, turn around and behold
At the point where you no longer can take the cold
Scan for me through the dark shadowed moors
And my fingers will interlace with yours.
My shoulders will take away from you your weights
My eyes will cry for you your silent tears
My heart will bear the pangs of your regrets
Howbeit it may continue a zillion years.
For, when you cease to smile my friend
My heart’s beatitude comes to an end.
I’m ready to perjure whatever it takes
To supplant true smiles for your fakes.
It doesn’t matter what ordeal I go through
To succor you begin anew
For, nothing else matters more
Than the bliss of knowing you
