When a gift is given
And it touches the heart
A response is needed
But that’s just the start
My smile of approval
Is coming your way
It’s both verdant and vibrant
And it’s staying all day
When you look from afar
Never daring to dream
You read what they write
So striking, it’s been
I ponder and think
Of what I may do
Of how to respond
And not turn them blue
My own humble scribbles
That speak of my thoughts
Inspired by the pleasure
The least of my ought
First comes the words
And then comes the whisper
The giving of kisses
With thanks to their mister
To sense that you smile
In the way that I do
Is a joy to behold
And a joy for you too.
