(I own nothing and I hope you enjoy. Good day and God bless.)

It was never about the gifts.

It was never about the presents.

It wasn't even the gist.

It wasn't even the essence.

It was never about beauty.

It was never about grace.

It was never about his body.

It was never about his face.

It was never about admiration.

It was never about the attention.

It was never about his time in the sun.

He never did any of it for fun.

It was never enough

To cover his aching burns.

It was always about love.

The one thing he could never earn.