Gifting

A gift is a gift.
No matter how much it weight.

No matter the color.
And the bow ,oh so red.
The price itself doesn’t matter.

It’s the thought that counts on the latter.
Does it cost money?
Does it cost a lot?

Does it take time to make?
And how long till it’s not?
Maybe it will have a cheap bow.

Maybe it’ll be shiny,music flow.
Is it handmade?
Or is it money made?

Did you buy it with your love?
Or al the money you had?
Is the gift inside good or bad?

Make it the best friend they’ve ever had.
It’s the thought that counts at the end.
Cheap or expensive – everyone defend.

Did you make it with your own hands?
Or did you pay for it to make amends?
At last,the price doesn’t matter.

As long as it makes them smile.
Make sure it’s meaningful and lasts a while.
Maybe it’s a gold crown.

Or something else,upside down.
Let it be a handmade doll.
Or the money you paid taking toll.

Will it break easily when it fall?
Or is it strong,well made and tall?
You cherish the box and gift.

No matter can you lift it or not.
No matter is it cold or hot.
Give it a special spot in your room.

And you will avoid any doom.
One day,hope for a groom.
And he’ll gift you roses soon.

Red,pink and white.
The bouquet shines bright.
To you,it may be just flowers.

Unnlock your inner powers.
More value if you make the gift yourself.
So it sits on a wooden shelf.

When they give you,your heart melt.
Wrapped in paper or felt.
Could it be my favorite roses?

That shine and do graceful poses?
It’s the thought that matters at the end.
You keep it well and defend.

So come on,take my hand.
And let fate bend.
The power of a gift from a dear friend.

With happiness on your face.
The gift shines in grace.
So let me take you to a different place.