The Box of Love

I remember the day, so vivid and clear,

My little girl, with black hair, oh so dear,

Decorating a box with gold paper so bright,

I punished her for wasting it all night.

But then she gave me the gift so sweet,

"This is for you, Daddy," she said with a beat,

I opened the box, and found it empty,

Anger boiled inside, my heart felt heavy.

"Don't you know," I said with a stern voice,

"A gift should have something, that's the choice."

Tears in her eyes, she looked at me,

"Daddy, this box is full, can't you see?

I filled it with kisses, all for you."

I was stunned, my heart, it felt so true,

Embarrassment hit, I begged for her grace,

Holding her close, tears streaming down my face.

That golden box, I kept it near,

A reminder of love, so pure and clear,

In times of sadness, or when I felt blue,

I opened the box, and thought of her love so true.

Unconditional love, a precious treasure,

From my child, my family, my friends and my pleasure,

A box of love, I hold so dear,

A gift, so priceless, to me it's clear.