|The greatest gifts are those
that cost us least:
Price varies inversely with true worth.
Life itself's a free gift of the earth
Born of ecstatic joy in plant and beast.
What more exquisite present than a bower
Of wild roses in adolescent bloom?
Yet all that vivid color and perfume
Exist to serve the interests of the flower.
Love is such a gift. One trusts its treasure,
Free as the strange bright outbursts of a bird,
Equally uncanny and absurd,
Comes not from sweat or sacrifice, but pleasure.
I'm grateful for the gift you bought. But do
Remember that the greatest gift is you.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon