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The Box


Got my love

Wrapped in a box

An empty space

Filled with rocks

Put on a shelf

To simply collect dust

My shiny knight

Your armor shall rust

Keeping track

I'll mark the space

The box won't open

Til I've known your face

The sun will warm

This bitter wintry chill

You will never have

Chaos standing still

Dandelions fade

With the changing season

Confusion stays

Even when there's reason

Sadness comes

Flooding through in multitudes

I shall never lose

This wanton loving attitude

The cold drizzle

Is making my head pound

As your name spins

In my head, round and round

Ever constant

The sweetness of your breath

Ever present

I shall love you 'til death




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