I have a gift here,
hidden within paltry hands,
that I'll give to you.

Take good care of it.
For it's the sole possession
of my arid soul.

Its beat is steady,
its image and rhythm clear
--forming poetry.

It whispers gently
a song for you, my lover.
A ballad divined.

I give you this gift,
set kindly in hands of worth,
hidden now in love.