Gifts are not so simply for the
A gift of love comes freighted with a soul.
Blessed are those who take the offer whole,
Rewarded with a life well worth embracing.
Intimacy's a gift requiring reshaping
Each to play a symbiotic role,
Life exchanging, changing lead to gold,
A mystic one of two now in the making.
Now one knows the other is for certain,
Dependent without fears, without regrets;
Knows that someone sees one as a gift;
Embraces the wizard hid behind the curtain;
Needs to be needed, for what one gives one gets;
Needs to need, for needless one might drift
Alone as passion rises and then sets.
Copyright by Nicholas Gordon