I bestowed upon you, a most precious gift, seems It's
Value was in my eyes alone, still It gave me great
Pain, to see it proclaimed, mere trash under your feet
You saw but the backside of my tapestry, I saw its
Beauty from a frontal view, the gift that was of great
Worth to me, was trash trampled, under your feet
Feels like the mourning of a death, in my heart
The gift no longer mine, to see it despised unloved
And disdained, this pearl, that once was mine.
