My Little Box
Sometimes, when I am alone
I go inside myself
and I get a little box
I keep upon a shelf.
My box is filled with memories,
sweet days that I once knew.
One of my greatest treasures
is the memory of you.
Time has begun to fade it
and has bent the corners in
yet when I gaze upon it,
it comes alive again.
I let it take me over
I ride it like a wave
feeling every inch of love
you once, so sweetly gave.
It fills my soul with pleasure
and helps me get away
from all the tribulations
that I must face each day.
Yet it was not always beautiful,
this memory I hold.
It use to only give me pain
and leave me feeling cold.
But so much time has passed away
and the pain has took its' leave
so now I may finally
enjoy instead of grieve.
Once it has embraced me
and filled me with its' wealth
I put it gently in my box
and place it on the shelf.
I'll always keep this precious jewel
with tender, loving care
so that when I need it,
it will be waiting there.
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