if i can give not roses

if i can give not roses but a poem,
would you not see me less than what i am,
less than what i desire of you?

if i can give not roses but a song,
would you believe the honesty i bring,
and would you listen to the melody i sing?

if i can give not roses but a smile,
would you take time to see the soul that shines,
this soul that you have polished to its best?

if i can give not roses but a dream,
would you not walk the galaxy with me,
this friend who’d promise you eternity?

if i can give no roses but a life,
would you choose me above the suit that others bring,
and would you raise this pauper to a king?

would you not choose this man who loves you most?
for all i am is yours – that is my boast.