I loved her,
So for her birthday
I made a necklace.

She was quiet and shy,
So I made it with bronze,
A material not shiny,
Not glistening,
But nevertheless
Can be made into
Something beautiful.

It does not seek attention.
It exists to be practical.
It does not promise the impossible.
No wealth does it testify.
It doesn't put itself out to be recognized,
But it is made into something beautiful.

A chain to line her neck
And charms full of meaning
Despite their insignificant appearance.

A bronze butterfly,
Hidden beauty within,
The ability to fly free.

A heart-shaped lock
For keeping love secure.

A key for holding close
Until the time is right
To open.

And two turtles,
For the virtue of patience,
Taking things slow and easy.

I don't know
How she'll take it,
I only ask
That she'll make it
Her treasure.