The Gift...

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 Resistance.

…The Gift of Love​​​​​​​

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