A braided cord
Three colors and a wrist
One young imagination
A little time
A timeless gift
She thought of no one
But my arm
Would wear the prize
For her hands had
Held the fabric
And the colors
Caught her eyes
Indifferent as she may be
To the one who wears the braid
Nothing but affection
Comes from the treasure
She has made
Its bothersome at times
But I adjust
And I reset
Any gift from this beauty
Is the most beautiful gift
I can get.