A gift, wrapped in paper of brown
Makes one happy, or maybe frown
Tied with coloured, bows and ribbons
Made acceptable, because of trimming

Does this mean, only bright baubles
Attract our eyes, so they may dawdle
On a simple vision, basic perhaps dull
Gift of attraction, proof of inner goal

Lurking, hidden from immediate view
Gasp of joy could follow, if not on cue
Yet so often, we judge by outer cover
When seeking a friend, or even lover

Hidden gems, may hover all around
Watch from shadows, make no sound
So if looking, takes some extra time
It's worth the effort, looking for a sign

Lurking out of sight, special shining light
Lifting sense and emotions, timing right
From a glance, believed couldn't be so
Found true happiness, not expected foe