I will give You a gift covered with golden stars and wrapped in emerald green paper
The whole thing will be tied with a big white bow of the most precious sateen
The gift will be more beautiful than anything
Except You
And when You open it You will discover a small opal blue box under the green paper
Of a fine fabric and with a golden lock on one side
The lock will be shaped as a circle
to reflect the way Your mind is both perfect and with infinite variation
Your fingers will open the lock and reveal a pillow of dark blue
why, almost black silk
as if all the night's beauty for a moment has been caught and now is once again released
And at the very centre You will find a small white note
On which the desperate ruby red of my soul has written only one sentence:
"How I wish I could love You"
