the gift

You may not have much to give me, but I have never been a material person . . . so it wouldn't matter much anyway. You do have something to give me, though . . . and I know I'll accept this gift with joy. You may choose not to wrap it . . . I want it to be presented to me as pristine as can be. And anyway, decorations or wrappings would certainly ruin the effect. And so it is . . . that you stand before me. . . unclothed, but surprisingly, unashamed of your nakedness. You have already captured a piece of my heart, and you have captivated my soul. The only thing left for me to present to you is my very being . . . and I do that willingly, happily, and most of all . . . lovingly.