He bought his wife a sapphire and she became pissed.
Because a diamond was her wish.
He said that it really doesn't matter that it isn't a diamond or the spent amount.
It is really the thought that counts.
When he got ready to make love to her that night after they had turned off the lights.
She said, it is really the thought that counts and you won't be getting any loving tonight.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem