The Gift

It was a brief encounter,
And now she is lost,
Will she be found?
A life's mystery, I'm afraid...

I continue to yearn,
For I have not what I need.
It is a desire that cannot be quenched,
As it is part of my destiny.

It is a journey that cannot be charted alone,
No-one else will be welcomed,
Someone new need not enter.

I want from you that which you cannot give,
Therefore I will not ask.

My heart still yearns for its lost Love,
A Gift that cannot be earned, shared, nor requested.
It can only be given ...
Given freely and without reservation.

Your Gift,
Your Love,
That is the most precious Gift of all,
Has been returned to its rightful owner.
May he cherish it like no-one else ever has,

For there is only one like it,
And only one holder,
That is most True,
And that is you.