Heart Wrapping Poem by Marcela Bosco

What took me so long to realize where I stand?
I used to think my heart was complete,
All wrapped in precious paper ready to be mailed away.
I find the wrapping paper crumbled in his paper basket.
The real gift, in the corner of the living room,
like a worthless Christmas present to a child.
Sometimes I stop to think,
I put in too much effort in all I do.
Even things that happen once in a lifetime,
Like wrapping a heart.