She held it in the palm of her hand
The most delicate of gifts.
Here eyes darted from the gift to me
Our eyes interlocking sharing an understanding.
She placed it carefully into my hand
The wrapping an old advertising brochure,
It sat in my hand pulsing expectation.
Her face broke into a smile
She waited for me to open it
I could sense her excitement.
My fingers trembled as I opened the tiny gift
She said: “I hope you like it.”
Opened in front of me it took my breath away.
“It’s my love,” she announced.