Leorne Adile Poems
The Perfect Gift
To express what I within me felt
That words already said had failed
I sought things materially made
To offer unto thee instead
So I turned to Jewel pieces
(And these were of dearest prices)
'But then, ' methought, 'how useless!
To bejewel a thing already so glamorous'
Then I thought to pluck thee a rose
And from the finest I'd make my choice
Yet would not the essence disappear,
The moment it would start to wither?
And when I thought to sing thee a verse
From the love song I had long rehearsed
Once again I made a halt, for I thought, ...
Tell me of patience, good friend
Has it at all, any good end?
'Tis patience, ' they've said
'That'll have you paid'
So in patience, my trust I've laid
And it yet again has betrayed.