The Gift of the Magus

He appeared to be a mere, callow boy, Beautiful, strange, exotic, enchanting, But he was, he said, a king, and he'd traveled very far Over time, and land, and sea in search of me. His glance was diffident and shy, But with a trace of ancient sadness That belied the ageless wisdom in his melancholy eyes. That magic day he found me My soul was adrift, feeling lost and alone, And closed to love I'd never known. Arm in arm we walked and talked Of pundits, and poets, and beggars, and kings, And lots of other worldly things. Then he turned to me and gently said, this king, "Here's the gift I came to bring: The truest thing you'll ever learn, Allow yourself to love, and you'll be loved in return." I listened to what he had to say, Then I unlocked my heart that day And felt his prophecy come true As love rushed in and brought me you.