The Gift

The givers pride,
exceeded in the gifteds eyes.
When she smiles from o` sweet surprise.
The gift she's been given today.

Volina the fair,
radient and true,
pure and chaste,
loving and kind.
Always smiles for wondering eyes.

Lucious the brave.
Strong and true,
kind and valient,
honest and loyal.
Won fair heart belonging of Volina.

His gift to his love,
so untouched she was.
From deep in his heart the gift was given,
as it sparkled in his eyes,
just his need to say 'I am for you, always and one.'

Yet untouched was dear kind and fair heart.
She did not smile,
she made quick 'thankful'.
Did she not like her gift?

Carried on she did,
the days to come what fore...
She carried on her love
for Lucious the brave.
Yet never a word so soft to the given gift.
She broke his heart without word.
Did she not know the pain he bore
from her unwanted silence.

'Yea, give but one smile.' was his lasting wish.
'Spake the word, yet did not mean it... Was so rushed and unwanted was this gift, thou canst bare to share a thankful heart?'

Spoke he not,
Lucious Harmonius.
Warrior poet, father and son.
He did not speak.
Left his broken heart hidden within,
and dared not speak.

The jeweled gift that was given
had not the least a smiling soft.
Rancid was her thanks,
and ignorant was her days to come.
He would not speak,
but inside let it dwell on deep
never to rise until the need of day
when all is lost and tears are come.

Let her smile with her coming days
but not a smile for the gift twas given.
Yay she did, she professed her love
much of the time
and time again.
Yet no smile for the given gift.
She proved only her love was raw.

Let poor Lucious weep inside and deep.
Let not the oh so needed smile bring
such barrier to his love.
Let him bare it.
Bare it until he's died.
Died with tears unwept.

"The Gift" Written by: J. Barrera
2-14-04

Moral: Ladies, pay close attention.
We do not mean to win you over with
sparkling objects.
They are just our way of saying,
"I just wanted to see a smile."