Gifts

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I can give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.

Gifts are fragile and tricky things.

Best when selfless and

Without any strings.

But what if a gift is rejected?

Reflected?

Lonely and left behind?

The giver then has a choice to make.

Continue to give despite

Heartache and loss,

When gifts that are precious

End up treated as dross.

I cannot give you riches.

I cannot give you gold.

But I will give you a heart that is true,

And a love that will never

Grow cold.