A Gift

Words are not enough to describe the gift. The gift made not of precious metals, But the gift crafted with care and emotions, Not hard like gold, but soft like petals. People gifted me extravagant things, Gifted on occassions as a necessity. But, first time in this life, I received a gift, Which I can call real, I feel so happy. But deep down from the bottom of my heart, I realised that this is not my first real present. God gave me the the first one in this life's art, She is someone who makes this life pleasant. Her words are a gift when I am defeated, Her charm is a gift when I have lost shine. Her kindness is a gift when I am guilty, Her Grace is a gift for this life of mine. She is the blessing, the first real one, Who matters more than anything or anyone. She has the beauty of the crescent moon, Honestly, she is my life's biggest boon.