Dithering about

there is nothing in this world quite like
being loved by me
Its a gift that comes with no strings,
It's strength will set you free
For I will not cling, I will not beg
I'll simply offer the treasure
Should you choose to accept,
you will find it beyond measure

It's not long, it's not ever particularly good, but thats what came out when I started typing. And now, I wish you all a pleasant slumber- I, for one, am tanked.