If I could give her just one gift,
What would she want that gift to be?
Would she prefer a diamond ring
Or rubies from beyond the sea?
Would she prefer a priceless gem,
A string of pearls, or maybe two?
Would she suggest a trip to France
To buy a cottage with a view?
Perhaps she'll like expensive shoes
Or cruising on the open seas.
Or take a flight around the world
And then indulge in shopping sprees?
I'd gladly give these things to her
If I were rich and had the means.
But I'm a simple, humble man
With scanty wealth and tattered jeans.
I did find out from my dear wife
One summer night under a tree
That all she wants is my true love—
To see eternity with me.