The Gift Of Love
Marie Corelli
Oh love, my love! I have giv'n you my heart
Like a rose full-blown,
With crimson petals trembling apart,
It is all your own...
What will you do with it, Dearest, say?
Keep it for ever or throw it away?
Oh love, my love! I have giv'n you my life,
Like a ring of gold;
Symbol of peace in a world of strife,
To have and to hold.
What will you do with it, Dearest, say?
Treasure it always, or throw it away?
Oh love, my love! Have all your will
I am yours to the end;
Be false or faithful, comfort or kill,
Be lover or friend,
Where gifts are given they must remain,
I never shall ask for them back again!
The Treasure Of Heaven
