What Have You To Offer Me

Weakened by disease

He held out his hand and said please

Are you willing, can you be

The kind of person God intended for me

His eyes pleaded and he asked are you the one

Are you willing to do what needs to be done

Voice quivered it was very weak

Each time it would break when he tried to speak

Yet he thought it was important to say

Once more in this beseeching way

Usurping my affections though I never understood

This frail and old body, how could

Oneself betray one, I never wanted this

Obviously I’m over my head, yet he’s bliss

Fills me with passion and makes me smile

Funny, considerate and stable and every while 

Embraces with delight, so why do I

Repeatedly question him why

My heart follows this frail, helpless body

Every time I just ask him What Have You To Offer Me