The Gift

“I want a gift for my lady,” he quietly said to self;
“Something special, something small, that needn’t sit ‘pon a shelf,
“And e’ery time she’d gaze at it, she would really know:
“That all my thoughts be filled with her and me heart yearns for her so.”

But a suitable gift idea did not come easily to the man;
As he sat for hours ‘neath a tree, his head held in his hands.
“Flowers are nice,” he thought at first, “with bloom fragrant and bright;
“But, alas, they fade, wither and die within a wee fortnight!

“SWEETS!” he cried, “she also likes from the local confectionery;
“A heart-shaped box of chocolate treats is what I’ll get for she!”
Then he thought a wee bit more, “But this gift is too short-lived;
“For after she has eaten them, ’tis an empty box I give!

ringbox“A puppy? No, it would water her plants, and a poem is merely words;
“To-gether in a liltin’ rhyme that no doubts (I’m sure) she’s heard!
“Something o’ mine? No, not her style, and a stuff toy gathers dust;
“To find a token of my affection to give her, I must!”

He then walked past a jeweller’s shoppe and spied a diamond ring;
“A circle,” said he, “marks Eternity, and gold be a precious thing,
“A soft and fragile metal, much like the human heart!”
Then he bought the gift and hurriedly, to his lady he did depart.

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