My Own True Love



No diamond ring or golden chain
Do I aspire to wear.
No penthouse home in which to roam;
No jewels for my hair.

No robes of silk upon my skin,
No furs or fine Chablis;
No fancy car to bear me far;
No cruise upon the sea.

If you would be my own true love,
Then grant me only this:
With death's cold chill may I still feel
Upon my lips your kiss.

Tina Rae Collins