Gift

For you.
What more could you ask for but a part of someone?
Roses are fine,
sweet scents and fading intentions.
Gold shines on to death.
Wine brings truth at a cost.
But this is the purity,
the uncensored, unassuming center;
the weight, the burden that we carry.
Centered and full, reaching for realization
among a crowd of disbelievers.
Stalking up that hill built by
dissapointment and cruel memories.
Confidence skipped a beat or two but then...