A Terribly written confession

It's been a tight week in a tight month
And you've made me dinner with what we have.
You say I'm sorry it's not much I hope it fills you
And I scrape some on to your plate.
You say won't you be hungry?
And I think - I've been hungry all my life
But not for food.
No I won't be hungry darling.

The fire doesn't take tonight
And we've no more wood
No more coal or kindling
So you find another blanket for us
But I wrap you in it
You say Won't you be cold?
I think - I've been cold all my life
But not from lack of warmth
No I won't be cold honey.
 
I'll never be either of these things again
Hungry for women, fame and fortune
no longer
Cold to companionship, loyalty and love
No longer
 
You've made me wealthy
You've made me warm
Do not worry for me
You did more for me
Than any other could.