Riches? Rags?

I know that you are used to a more lavish lifestyle

You, in your high heels

But I, in my worn shoes and soul

Ask that you might try and embrace

A simpler life

With me

My gloves may be torn and frayed

But they cover my hands nonetheless

Much like how I would yours

My riches are few

Fewer than none in truth

But my love knows no bounds

It can catch fire to an empty barrel

Just as it would your full, full heart

I offer you stories

And my laughter at your jokes

I offer you pennies

Worth much less than your thoughts

I cannot afford to buy you great gifts

(I apologize for that in advance)

But I can walk by your side

And help you carry heavy things

I can smile

When you won’t

I can write you love poems

And read them to you while you sleep

I can cook you a meal

Fit for a peasant

For kings have no taste

I know that it is not much

But it is not little either

I ask you to not take

What I freely give for granted

I ask that you would give it back

If ever I asked

Do this for me

And I will move the world for you

Shake trees

And melt icebergs

If only to prove that a simple man

Can be more than just that.