Wrapped

Wrapped in silks,
And smooth velvet,
Placed in a wooden chest,
Encrusted with rubies
And sapphires,
(Not emeralds, though,
I never liked emeralds.)
I placed my heart.

I locked it.
The key was gold,
Tiny,
Decorated with one small,
Glittering diamond.
(A tell-tale
To the casual observer
Of its worth.)

I placed the key
In a golden chain.
(Easier safekeeping, I decided.)
And then,
Without doubting my move,
I subtly gave it to you,
Along
With the locked box.

I wonder now,
After so much time,
If you ever knew
I gave you the box.
I wonder if you ever saw it,
And thought,
"What is in there?"

I trusted that
It would be enough,
To simply do it
Slyly.
I thought
You could
Read my mind.

I assumed you would know.
(I know, don't assume
else wise you'll make an ass out of you and me.)
But I thought you would feel the pulse,
Each beat echoing within the box
Softly saying,
"I love you"