You know full well that I have not much to give.
My life seems a rushing madness, some temporary insanity.

And you.
I am overwhelmed by you at times.
Flung headlong by the crashing wave that is your life and love.
Standing where I stand, so near to your raging flame,
The shadows are sharp and deep.
Darker still from my lack of purpose.
Into that monstrous abyss I have stared too long and too deeply.

But, I know now somewhat of my purpose.
Simple.
Pure.
Direct.
Breathless behind you when you are chasing your newest passion.
Gentle beside you when you crash upon the jagged rocks.
Fearless ahead when you ask me to explore for you.
Softly upon you when you ask for my touch.

I have not much to give, no coin or jewel, shaken of faith and poor of body.
But all my love - unbounded, joyful, and sweeping -
The unconquered and unbowed spirit inside.
All that you would have of me.
This is my gift to you.

It is all I have to give.