A Simple Gift Poem by Kevin Patrick Brown

I showered you with simple written gifts from my heart,
their cost was never noted, nor could be ever even be measured.

I saw you looked in askance, and puzzled with the thought
of giving in return, but I already possessed the gift you had given.

You had given it without thought of recourse, and so
I treasured it more than some ancient, priceless jewel.

Perhaps you thought that what you gave was not a gift,
but simply an expression, some currency of joining in passion.

But what I received could never be seen nor touched,
and there I would leave the gift in the warm heart's chambers,

Where it would flower in the glow and heat of my desires,
And I would let it grow until it became what I had always dreamed.