It was so little to share,

merely love, so easily given,

I have a never ending supply.

You were skeptical, of course,

you have never met anyone like

me before.

Love is supposed to be harder to get,

some sort of achievement. It

can’t be worth much if it’s

so freely offered, or so

you thought, at least at first.

You sat and watched me a

couple months and then

finally you began to thaw and

think it not such a bad thing.

You grew used to the love,

you began to think it your due.

It warmed your heart, made

it pliable for the first time in a long time.

by Cher Bibler