Never bought, never sold,
something aught, a story all ways told.
Young yet old and not to physically hold.
Can never be given by deceit,
and this gift never comes with a receipt.
This gift can never be burned,
and is always returned.
Bright as a star, yet physically unseen.
Light like a true heart, karma-smatically clean.
Simple, yet PRESENT everywhere.
A gift of the ages. Merely, very rare.
Atop the crown of a true heir,
holds up through dimensional tears.
This gift can be wrapped in various forms.
Packages of many. Tall, small, torn & worn.
Only ONE lives on throughout existence.
Like the breath in your lungs,
Free With No Resistence.
...The Gift of Love