Because

I like that you got this for me.
This yellow-lemon,
eggplant kaleidoscope.
Sits in your hand
like a glossy teardrop.
Asking.
Who is the man?
Mustache-wearing, blue belted,
among the garnet spires and
swirls of blushing green.
Quirky.
Questioning.
'I could've chosen a pretty one with flowers'
you say.
But you didn't.
You chose this,
for me.
And I like that.