"I want a gift for my lady," he quietly said to self; "Something special, something small, that needn't sit 'pon a shelf, "And e'ery time she'd gaze at it, she would really know: "That all my thoughts be filled with her and me heart yearns for her so." But a suitable gift idea did not come easily to the man; As he sat for hours 'neath a tree, his head held in his hands. "Flowers are nice," he thought at first, "with bloom fragrant and bright; "But, alas, they fade, wither and die within a wee fortnight! "SWEETS!" he cried, "she also likes from the local confectionery; "A heart-shaped box of chocolate treats is what I'll get for she!" Then he thought a wee bit more, "But this gift is too short-lived; "For after she has eaten them, 'tis an empty box I give! "A puppy? No, it would water her plants, and a poem is merely words; "To-gether in a liltin' rhyme that no doubts (I'm sure) she's heard! "Something o' mine? No, not her style, and a stuff toy gathers dust; "To find a token of my affection to give her, I must!" He then walked past a jeweller's shoppe and spied a diamond ring; "A circle," said he, "marks Eternity, and gold be a precious thing, "A soft and fragile metal, much like the human heart!" Then he bought the gift and hurriedly, to his lady he did depart.