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LOVER’S SPOON
© 2007 by David Llewellyn

I’ll sit out on the front step, run this blade along the stone
To sharpen dad’s old penknife, I stole from him a year ago
And up onto the railway line, I whittle as I walk
This scrappy piece of wood I found, no fancy yew or oak

A work of art, it surely ain’t, nor a thing precision made
But the product of these hands of mine, and the only one I’ll make
A Love Spoon, one and only, for my one and only one
No special skills required, just love . . . but now it’s done

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It doesn’t seem that much at all, to show how much I care
And I’m nothing much to look at, and I stammer at your stare
And if I had a bucket, I couldn’t carry you a tune
That’s why I pour my heart into this Lover’s Spoon

I’ve carved an anchor so’s to say, I’ll never drift away
And lucky clover, God we’ll need it, just getting by each day
Two moving balls inside a cage, represent our little babes
And a ship for us, safe passage though the crashing of life’s waves

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But it doesn’t seem that much at all, to show how much I care
And I’m nothing much to look at, and I stammer at your stare
And if I had a bucket, I couldn’t carry you a tune
That’s why I pour my heart into this Lover’s Spoon

Now wood can crack and splinter
Like love itself is prone to do
But with a little sweat and sanding
We can make it . . . good as new