The gift

 The Gift 
Once I stumbled on a gift 
It shone brightly and clearly defined 
Among the many other things in the reserves of my mind 
And so I marveled at this thing as I kept it to myself 
To hold it and to look at it and put it on the shelf 
But soon I had discovered it was nowhere to be found 
It wasn't there for me to see neither high or on the ground 
So I waited patiently and how my heart would burn 
Then love expressed her belief in me 
And so it did return