The Gift

no gaily wrapped packages,

poufing bows or trailing ribbons,

no shining gilt adorns this gift,

its humble exterior careful

not to betray the treasure within.

only herself; she kneels before Him,

ivory skin pale in the moonlight,

her only adornment the sparkling

emerald jewels of her widened eyes

and a reckless tumble of sunset curls.

shyly, slowly, her eyes raise to His.

no words need cross her full, rosy lips.

He smiles, reaching down to stroke her hair,

His touch cool, confident, reassuing in its

harsh gentleness

as He accepts her surrendur. 

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