If today God were to have left

a chest of treasure outside my door,

with a key and a note saying,

"You may take one piece, nothing more.

For I heard in your prayers,

those cast before Heaven above,

you are in need of a special gift for a dear lady,

one that will express your love.

Now, I will loan you My chest of treasure,

and you may take one piece, it is true.

Just remember, the choice of the right piece

will be left up to you."

I would have searched that treasure chest

for a gift that would tell you just how I feel.

I would have sought for you something unpretentious,

with a simple, yet elegant appeal.

I would not have taken a diamond brooch

for you to wear upon your lapel.

Nor would I have chosen a perfect pearl,

still protected tenderly by its' oyster shell.

I would not have selected a pillow

trimmed in satin and lace to rest beneath your head.

Nor would I have chosen dangling ruby earrings,

dazzled in a stunning shade of red.

I would have passed over the brilliant charm

that signified the month of your birth.

Not one of these priceless treasures mentioned

could have begun to tell of your worth.

I know if given that chance the gift for you

that I would have chose:

From God's chest of treasure,

I would have picked for you a rose.