We are often

Seduced by the

Sating bounty of

Attraction like hungry

Children placed before

A glass case

Full of pastries

Often grabbing first

The most delicious

But what if

We were blind

To image from

Where would we

Then decide which

The soul sings

Songs that only

The heart hears

When picking someone

Listen to their

Harmony in order

To hear the

Melodies of love


Finally when all

The other presents

Have been opened

A small package

Is found tucked

Behind the lowest

Bough not the

Prettiest or the

Biggest not the

One that screams

Here I am

But the one

Like a seashell

Contains the sounds

Of the ocean

Unwrap me you

Did and upon

Peeking inside you

Found my heart

Beating there slowly

For it is

The last present

There to open