The Empty Box
A box he gave all gold without
to broke to fill without a doubt
But in the box he simply wrote
about loves keeping in a note
The box has aged so over time
Its outside layers grow old like mine
The gift of love is written there
his heart so full of gentle care
Of all life's gifts too many to post
The empty box I treasure most...
Copyright © Sharon Ruebel | Year Posted 2011
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