This Wooden Box
Upon this box, settles the dust.
Forgotten are the memories and our thoughts of strong trust.
Holding moments of tears and pain,
memories of moonlights and rain.
Kisses of fear and strife,
a love sharing both sadness and life.
All contained in this box.
This wooden room which owns the gems, which shorn once in my being,
my heart is no longer with me.
My fingers, they feel upon this old dream.
My humanly instincts have lost that need,
to ever return and relive it all.
Let my love live within these wooden walls.
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