Is there yet a better gift
That warms the heart, or heals a rift
Will lift a weight from weary shoulder
Provides one shelter when it’s colder
Wipes a tear that’s shed in shadow
Strikes remark that’s crude and callow
Brings comfort when one’s ill at ease
Mutes the chaos, delivers peace
Assures you kinship when alone
Is steady when composure’s thrown
Tis Love. That thing that never schemes
To rob us of our hopes and dreams
That lives within yet grows to greatness
Can feel profound while being weightless
It never overstays its welcome
We wear it proudly like an emblem
It need not come wrapped under tree
Arms opened wide, it’s ours for free
So hand it out with wild abandon
To grasp it fast is not demanding
Upon that cliche we can call
Love. The greatest gift of all!