Gifts
I GAVE my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Thru all the years.
My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my soul to me.
Sara Teasdale
I GAVE my first love laughter, I gave my second tears, I gave my third love silence Thru all the years.
My first love gave me singing, My second eyes to see, But oh, it was my third love Who gave my soul to me.
In “Gifts,” the speaker looks back on three loves and measures what she gave against what came back. With the first love, she gave laughter and received singing; with the second, she gave tears and received eyes to see. Those exchanges feel real but partial.
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