I gave him the package
With no despair
I told him not to break it
Not even a tare
Inside the package was my heart
Tied up in a bow
Beautiful and graceful
It had a lot to show
But when it came back
It was tattered and broken
With every tear
I knew I would have to be more careful
Handing out this token
Though at the end
I was the one with the upper lift
The one with the knowledge
Knowing someone else better will get this great gift
