You have no idea how hard I've looked
for a gift to bring You.
Nothing seemed right.
What's the point of bringing gold to
the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like
taking spices to the Orient.
It's no good giving my heart and my
soul because you already have these.
So I've brought you a mirror.
Look at yourself and remember me.
It's funny because I have been accused of being cold-hearted, unromantic, insensitive. I think my innate nature is warm, sentimental, romantic, and quite sensitive generously sprinkled with an analytical flavor. I just didn't exist in an environment that nurtured or promoted those qualities.
Looking back over what resonates with me, I see a pattern of gentleness and love. I like it.
It feels good to feel safe. And isn't this a most beautiful poem? ~~GH