The Offering

I know that I'm not much,
Pathetic little me,
But this I offer you.
I hope that you will see

That there is more to this than meets the eye
As I offer you my hand.
Hoping that you'll take it
And that you'll understand

I hope that you will smile at me,
The self-conscious unsure one,
While I look down at the ground
As you watch the setting sun.

You see the lovely midnight sky
As I watch the flowers bloom.
In time the flowers I watch will wilt,
Not the everlasting moon.

I know that I'm not much,
Pathetic little me,
But this I offer you;
Hoping that you'll see.