For you I give, My heart with love. Which burns and flutters, Like wings on a dove. My soul to keep, In loves tight grasp. Which you have taken, In a single clasp. My love is strong, And very deep. At times it even, Makes me weep. All these I give, For you to take. I am not lying, This is not fake. Please keep them near, And close at hand. I love you much, My dearest friend. Jeramey Gronquist