Read a beautiful poem by Rumi - 

You've no idea how hard I've looked for a gift to bring you.
Nothing seemed right.

What's the point of bringing gold to the gold mine, or water to the ocean.
Everything I came up with was like taking spices to the orient.

It's no good giving my heart and my soul 

because you already have these.

So, I've brought you a mirror.

Look at yourself and remember me.