In the quiet of a morning’s grace,Lie gifts wrapped in tender lace.Unseen by the waking eye,Yet felt deep, as time goes by.Whispers of love in each fold,Tales of warmth, silently told.Through the veil of mystery,Awaits a timeless history.Gifts are more than what they seem,Echoes of a cherished dream.In their presence, hearts unite,Binding souls in gentle light.Unwrapped, they reveal the heart,Of the giver’s silent art.In the exchange, we find our way,To cherish love, every day.