Nothing But My Heart
 
 In her small hand she held the future
 Nestled in soft blue velvet
 One shining circle, both token and bond
 Both gift and promise.
  
 He waited for her answer
 For the smallest sign
 A movement, a glance
 Half-knowing what must be.
  
 His rival also waited, eyes expectant
 What had he to fear?
 All was on his side
The path clear before him.
  
 I can offer you nothing, lass,
 He thought
 Not youth nor faith nor purity
Nothing.but my heart.

By  Shari Ann S.