Memory Day

On some days, we remember the dead,
So that they may go on living,
But on such days, let's remember instead
The things to others we are giving.

I, personally, have a lot to give,
But I'd like to narrow my focus
And give it to the one with whom I live
(And maybe with a bouquet of crocus).

Especially, what I'd live to disperse
Is my love for her,
And tell her sweet nothings in whispers,
Until the sun burns out in a burr.

I also have another thing,
A thing that is mine,
And that thing I give to live
For it is all my time.