It’s flesh which attracts 
But character that keeps
People are but presents
Prettily offered often given
Frequently received rarely kept
But just like gifts
The one that’s giving
Thinks that the recipient
Wants or sometimes needs
That which they offer
It is this arrogance
Often mistaken for benevolence
That’s their critical flaw
For one certainly knows
What they ultimately want
And will in good time
Discover it by themselves
So shelve your hubris
And rather be there