Gift, That I Give To Your Soul
Life’s mosaic where moments blend,
Handmade love serves as a token, a mend.
Treasures that eyes behold,
Through stories yet unfold.
Offered thoughtful, chosen with care,
Tune of memories, sentiments rare.
Each feast a chapter in a tale,
A testament to bonds that never fail.
Each gesture reveals an aortic desire,
A flame that sets soul’s rage.
Not just material, but unforgettable we see,
Signs that shape love’s melody.
Gives are bridges, paths tread,
This journey where affection is led.
For the act of giving, we come to find,
Love language in each kind sign.
