A long time ago (a million years B.C.) I tried to thank T by buying her a very special present that no one else would have thought of and that I knew she would really like. And with the biggest smile in the world, and the kindest words, she refused it, saying that "according to the rules" she simply could not accept it.

But I knew from her face and the look in her eyes that she really appreciated the thought and consideration that had gone into selecting and buying the present, which it was obvious to both of us could only have been bought for her and no one else. And you know? That's all that counted. The thought. The choice. The effort. The present itself didn't matter at all.

And you can (of course) put such thought, and choice, and effort into bringing her a poem, or a flower, or any other thing that demonstrates that you've been listening to her and paying attention very, very closely and attentively.

Take care.