Priceless

"I'll take you to a high mount
To show you sweet heather,"

You said.

You took me to the windy cliffs
Where the wild sea crashes

Instead.

"I'll take you dancing tomorrow night
Best wear your best formal dress."

You whispered.

You took me walking by the river
Where the cool wood embraced

And the birds twittered.

"I want to give you fine diamonds
To grace your dainty fingers,"

You sighed.

But see the ring of clover you've
Lovingly woven and given

With shy smile.

Promises grandly made
Are but shadows of the acts of tender love

Actually given!

SMG 11/30/2010