This little gift you bring,
wrapped up well, decorated,
and place it in front of me as if
I am supposed to celebrate

Can you tell me the reason why?

Last time I met you, it was raining
you smiled when we parted, a sense
of warmth filled my being,
was i supposed to smile back?

Can you tell me the reason why?

But tomorrow may not be attached to yesterday, they say,
So I look forward, beyond the smile,
and beyond the gift,
Waiting for the day, when you will come to me as the Goddess,
And I will stoop down as the offering,

Can you tell me the reason why not?

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