I walked in
God’s gift to women
I had nothing to offer
Except my presence
You
Cleaned the place
Set the table
Tea cups
Flowers
Spoons and forks
Scones
Art work
Books
Candles
A thank you note to someone
A duvet
Pillows
A rod iron frame
Pictures
Everything matched
It was perfect
The scent of femininity
Baked in the allure
You smiled at me
You had done all this
For me
And I thought
I’m not worthy
But it had no effect
Because I’m God’s gift to women
And that's my problem