What I Have To Give - Poem by .... Chetty
What I have
What I have is what god gave me
What I have are these hands
I can draw the world or even your face.
I can work hard all day and bleed to make a living
But what is the use of my hands, if I don't use it to touch you?
what good are my arms if I cannot use it to hold you for an eternity?
What I have are these lips,
I can use it to speak to you-
I could enlighten you, tell the truth or even lie
But what is the good of lying if I don't have the truth
All I have is the words of a woman,
I can tell you the secrets of my soul,
but if I cannot steal your heart, what are my words for?
And what is the use of these lips, if I don't use it to kiss your lips?
All I have are my feet.
If I am standing alone, and my shadow is fading
What time has to pass, will bring your coming
What is the use of walking alone,
when you could be walking with me
All I have are my eyes
I can see the beauty of the world
But the blind sees the secrets I know not of
What good is my eyes if I never get to see you?
What beauty can be more pleasing to see than your face?
All I have is my heart
You can bruise it, bleed it, tore it apart, amend it
The pleasure is yours!
Do as you please for you have my whole heart.
All I have is my soul
My soul belongs to god
and you have the keys to my soul
Two flesh becomes one, what am I, if I don't have my other part?
Can't you tell, a part of me is always with you?
I don't have a lot to give, but I assure you my every waking moment is built on making you happy.
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