Stalling?

You have repeated it
That you love me I mean
A long detour to deliver a token
A surprise, so rare for me
All the better from you
For it was for nothing
The best kind of gift
So do not run from this
There is naught wrong with our love
Odd to many perhaps
We wonder what your mother would think
One hope's but doubts that like mine
She will be happy for us
Still, continue to love me
Let it flow where it will
Enjoy it as I do

© 2005, Mosquitobyte