I do not seek gifts wrapped in gold
Or treasures from the casket old,
I’m happy in your world, serene
With you, everything seems pristine;
You are enough, dear mate.
You make me laugh with words, witty
And share information, plenty,
At times you ignite and inspire
Your charisma, I do admire;
You are enough, my love.
While I try to perceive your say
You take me to lands far away,
Your scent is intoxicating
Well, I find that quite alluring;
You are enough, you know.
Oft I retire, holding you tight
Hoping, you will lead me to light,
So I can amble like a brook
As I unveil your tales, Dear Book!
You are enough, truly.
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