Whatever

Whatever can I give to thee
that thou hast not?
The sun thou hast: Inside my heart
thou placed thy sunny light from whence it shines
and shoots in golden threads across the night.


However can I give thee bliss?
If not the sun, the moon? a star?
I hear a silver flute each dusk, a haunting lilt so sweet
it soon attracteth winged things
and paints my lips with sticky heat.


The moon — thy voice, thou hast.
A star is in thy kiss.


Whatever can I give?
However could it be?
I know not what nor how.
I have no gift except my love
and that, thou gavest me!