Offering

I would bring you white roses

And mysterious irises 

And open sunflowers

If they would let me

I would bring you sweet port wine

And hoppy beers 

And tiny dry Champagne bubbles

If they would let me

I would bring you blissful heat

And cooling showers

And misty bridge fog hovering

If they would let me

I would bring you woven blankets

And intriguing ceramics

And all the treasures of this New World

If they would let me

But they won't let me

And I just can't choose

The right offering for you

So my lines will have to suffice. 

Please let my lines suffice.