Downcast eyes,
a tentative
I made this for you.
Whatever it is
wrapped by hopeful hands,
holding you with a glistening gaze,
There is only one response:
It’s lovely!
Crumpled paper,
unfathomable art,
shapeless, tasteless garment,
Made it for you means
I love it.
I love it
means
I love you, too.
Shawn L. Bird 