Given Gift

There is a heart leaning
On love.
Its wings are for you
Beloved friend.

This heart has something special:
It is not a teller,
It has no charge,
It is just its feelings
And yours
Shared and bloomed.
Like the pencil and the sheet
Share and bloom
A song, a poem, a drawing.

Today is Monday
And there is no other day behind.
It is the beginning of life.
A given gift that nobody expects
Is waiting to see
The startling eyes,
The flying lips,
And another heart
Shared and bloomed
Like this one
That has been a given gift.