Amputationer.

I’ll give you a whole load of boxes
and put in my heart, my fingers, my toes
to prove my love for you
it grows

I’ll paint them
warm and bright
so they’ll be cheerful
like the summer morning’s light
to show what our future can hold
what we can be
if you respond to me

They will contain the frank hope of mine
in all its audacity
but I fear it’ll decrease
in time
if you don’t give me a clue
of whether you feel for me
as I do for you

If you take my boxes
they’ll need a little care
don’t want it all to rot up
in there

But it’s all for you
my body
in all its amputated parts
so take it if you want

But tell me when my heart stops
‘cause you’re the only one who knows
I can’t feel it anymore
without fingers or toes

So here I am
amputated, blind
not knowing where I am
you on my mind
am I with you?