Would you love the flower,
That I will offer thee,
Whenever this destitute,
Won’t be able to fulfill thy wish.
Would you love that flower,
That I won’t pluck,
For it will mar its beauty,
And you will have to be content with,
Just looking it.
Would you love the moon,
And the stars and the flowing water!
Would you love the butterflies,
And the fireflies and the rainbows!
Would you love the scent,
Of the mother earth that
Is not scant-
And in my indigence,
Would be my affluence.
Would you love them
Whenever thy wishes need be
A contentment in my offerings.
Would you love them anyway.

I think this time also I will have to specify when was it written ... this was written around 5 yrs back when I was sitting in front of the Milwaukee river not far from my apt.
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