He Rendered Me a Gift
He offered me a painted flower
Its genus I did not know
But the token gift had the power
to melt my heart of snow
I really didn't give a fig
if it had been a bent twig
The gift he rendered on a whim
was the best part of him
Copyright © Jenna Logan | Year Posted 2023
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