My Kind Of Present

If I got a present
that was worth
the wait on a timeless night,
worth the tears
and worth the fight

it won't have
beef and it won't
have steak
won't be creamy
and it won't be
cake

it won't be yellow
it won't be blue
it may not even
have a hue

it won't be a
gift that you
tear open greedily
or wait for stealthily
the one you knew
was coming all along

my kind of
present is worthwhile
waiting in the room
with cold black tile

something that
may never come
something that is
ended before it
has rightfully
begin

something that is
worse than hate
worse than future
and worse than fate

something you will
wish for, but maybe
never have

something you might
even count on
in the middle of the night

my present isn't
a pitch-black raven
or a starch white dove
the kind of present
i need
is love