He presents a present–a contradiction!
What shall we think of thoughtful gesture?
And she pleaded for nothing, bemused reception;
The meaning of this–shall we find our scope?
Underneath the glass lurks from your vantage
View however you see it–torn by warring sentiments;
So rare an object should not be wasted
On a companion of little worth–
Ah, but this is not of weight, of consequence!
Merely left over, something he happened to have–
Can’t you see friends, it is hardly more than trifle!
Do not raise your hopes, he’d soon give it to a stranger;
And that she assures herself with the reaction
That she should not lack in generosity.
‘Tis the season for such demonstration,
So she shall partake in the mimicry, fretting
That her offering will suffer ridicule in his regard
And fear that she is making a tower out of a toothpick house.