A Simple Gift Poem by Timber Koleden

Down the frosty streets I pass tonight,
past the windows, darkened displays.
The lamps gild the frosty sheen with their light,
I look for things for you, dear fiancé.

I see pretty scarfs of ermin fur,
lacing necklaces of pearls on strings,
I cannot decide what you'd prefer,
I think of you and my heart sings!

It may sing, but now I see cloaks, hats,
the kind that frill outwards with crochet.
And dresses jeweléd from Nómin vats,
Oh, I despair, what for you, fiancé?

Now I am usually decisive,
but this thing has got me befuddled!
Its just that you are so very enchantive,
you're beauty cannot be improvéd.

Why should I buy you a sparkled gown,
or a fluffy cape for your slim form
-even if it is the fanciest in town-
it would be a simple gift, if not too norm.

You are so lovely inside and out,
I'll buy you a scarf, white and blasé.
It has the word 'love' inside written-out,
a simple gift for my dearest, for you fiencé!