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Gift to
my beloved
If I could give a
gift to my beloved
These are the things that I would give to him:
The source of all my causeless childhood mirth
And the innocence I will not see again.
I would offer him such skill as I have learnt
In holding back my anger till the time
When it may find a channel for its aim.
For him would be my gentleness, my strength
To complement his own and fill our need,
For him the length of days and vacant nights
And, too, the blissful velvet of my sleep.
His would be the seedlings I might plant
And his the fruit we’d hope one day to reap.
For him and for us both I would endeavor
To learn the patience and the length of sight
That fits a life into a greater plan.
And all that I would ask for all of this
Is, for the woman in me, such a man.
by Damaris West
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