I give a gift with the understanding

It can be done with it as one pleases

Hoping that it would be cherished

Understanding it could be forgotten

That it could be discarded

Or thrown to the ground

Perhaps crushed wilfully

Without regard for the life

That beat and glowed within

These are the rules we live by

Once it is given

It no longer belongs to you

Though you feel how it is held

Or how it grows cold in isolation

How it thrives

Or how it withers and dies.