I took the light of a falling star,
the sound of a waterfall in the dark,
the smell of dawn in a mediterranean spring
And every other beautiful thing.

I took the colour of the sea away,
stole the smile of a child in play,
forged the glitter of a mount of gold
into the greatest story ever told.

A drop of dew on a blade of grass
A hint of sunshine, fractured in glass
I took these things all golden and blue,
to encase them all, in my love for you.

I'd make you a ring, a jewel, a crown,
but then I turned and I looked down,
on all the things I pillaged and stole,
and the shadows they all cast
in the sunshine of your soul.

As I turned again, and looked at you,
I saw that no matter what I'd do,
no matter what I'd forge or make,
You would make it all look fake.




And that my love, is the answer to,
why I have no gift for you.

Yes, I know that it's your birthday today,
but I had to throw my present away,
And no, I feel no guilt or shame,
it's your beautiful self that is to blame.