The Gift

You will not see a gold or red
cloth about this treasure.
There are no words that can be said
to consummate my pleasure.

You will not find a string appended
to bind or cramp your life.
All doubt and fear I ask suspended:
I do not offer tripe.

The joy I feel is in the giving,
not the expectation of return.
The gift of life: to keep on living
with the lessons we must learn.

I do not ask for what is thine,
but what is freely given.
A love unbound does not mine
for shards of friendship riven.