Stones and Sun
I could not give you my self
And so I found a small round stone, warmed by the sun,
Worn by the sun and a river I love.
And when I gave it to you, you took it wondering,
Seeing only a stone, and not myself at all.
You should look again.
Small round stones and selves are not given carelessly.
The warmth of the sun
And the grooves from the river
Should have told you that.