Gift
By silverael
I gave you this gift -- Which you opened and soon tossed aside. What was it that displeased you, That made you run away and hide? Was the shape of my gift Not pleasing enough to your eye? Did its song or rhythm make you Turn your face and sigh? So I put the gift away, Took and hid it out of sight. And there it stayed throughout The years, the days, the lonely nights. Perhaps it was not a great enough Treasure, perhaps you will learn to see, The thing you took and tossed away Was the very heart of me. Written March 25th, 2002 © on Apr 11 2002 04:54 PM PST, Elizabeth Botkin 0 • 1
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