29 July 2012
One I've loved all the way to the moon
It was stark empty That's not what surprised me The little tune had stopped Making my heart drop
I searched and searched Then I found where it lurched Under it completely Waiting to be turned by me
I turn and turn And my heart, it yearns To hear the tune again I never thought 11 years later, it'd hold a personal gain
It still red and gold But looking very old I keep my favorite pictures Right in the box, the tune lures
It keeps my favorite charms Away from all harm It warms up my heart To know it's a work of my fathers art
My jewelry box That holds no locks It's an open book, much like me I hope to keep it, and many other things, for eternity.
For Eternity • Opuss № I