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.
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