Grace, a waltz of giving and receiving,

A tender touch that hearts keep retrieving.

In spontaneity's gentle, whispered tone,

Sincerity's beauty is forever sewn.

When transactional eyes gaze upon this dance,

The sacred flow begins to lose its chance.

For in the ledger lines of give and take,

The magic of the heart begins to break.

Deserving's measure, a flawed, frail scale,

Cannot contain the depths of love's unfailing gale.

For grace, like autumn leaves, softly descends,

Unmerited, yet freely given, to amend.

So let us cherish this heartfelt, holy sway,

This ebb and flow of love that finds its way.

In grace's pure light, may our true selves shine,

Reflecting the beauty that is truly divine.