A Present from Scarborough

You went to the shops to get someone a present,

And wrapped it with the best glitter you could buy.

Now the time comes, you watch them open it.

And in this first moment, they stop, stock-still,

Sensing there is something else as well inside.

Something else they cannot see, hear, taste, or smell;

Something else they cannot wear or even touch.

Rather, it touches them.

Something else called love.

Stuart Larner

Scarborough Review, December 2013