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