The Small Gift

I accept your love fruit should be picked-ripe before it lingers on the ground I accept your love like a fish out of water, ah, what it is my love to drown I accept your love like that picture by Oleg Zhivetin, The small gift! I have it hanging on my dining room chimney breast like a gift, I shall never tire of it. Nor discard its contents. I accept your love because even a thrift purchaser requires at least one good-fitting suit of clothes I accept your love its fair hand of friendship extends beyond those discarded bedclothes. I accept your love after all is said and done. You are the one.