The friendship I offer is my humble gift
My company the plain box and wrapping
And my conversation the rhyme and verse
I worry it’s such a slight thing, so unadorned
Nothing fancy or rare or expensive
I’m half-afraid to embarrass you with the offer
But I’d like you to have it, and gladly take that risk
And if gentle rejection bruises it, then so be it
Better that than to keep it locked up, and pale.
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