Within This Well Worn Box
My life in an old tattered cardboard box
Bound by fraying yellowed string
The exterior weathered by the years
Not an area from top to bottom that hasn't been stressed in every way
You would think that it would have fallen apart
An aging box thats traveled far and wide
It's been marked upon each and every side
Every corner somewhat torn
Each crease well leathered and worn
However as we all know
Its not the abuse that the box endures
It matters not what it looks like on the outside
It's what lies deep on the inside
My box was constructed
To hold but one valued treasure
And only one person has truly reached all the way within
To experience all my love
As I had but one gift to give
She accepted the contents of my greatest possession
She will own my heart forever
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