When love is a present it doesn’t need a wrapper.
It is not given once, but every day.
It is not sweet but spiced with salt and pepper.
It is a ticket perhaps used one-way.
You don’t return love like an unwanted present.
But you accept it gladly saying thanks.
You are the winner of a prize that’s pleasant
instead of drawing only fruitless blanks.
The chance that your love is requited
is the least likely in a million ways.
Appreciation to be thus united
enlightens hearts in dark nights or rough days.
