Little Gifts of Love

I've always wanted to give -
little mementos...
little gifts of love;
but it looks like you've never cared
or appreciated
these little gifts, from my heart...

For they are the things -
to remember me by,
'coz they are little, little things -
that i've lovingly collected;
and they are the little things -
that i braved your wrath to give to you...

Though you have never bought
anything specially to give to me
I'm still keeping that first,
and only, perfume bottle -
tho' the scent had long vapourised,
together with the romantic dreams...
all are now buried in the past -
all except that little flame of love:
kept alive by memories of the times past -
the times when you were loving or kind,
the times when you were smiling, and forgiving -
the times when love had shone in your eyes...

So, it matters not that you are always angry -
For i have the memories to keep that little flame alive:
i have the three little sea shells that i treasure -
to tell me you remembered, at least once, what i love...