I held her heart in a silver box,
So it would be so close to me,
But in the doing of such a deed,
I lost her heart eventually.

Held dear the moments locked in time,
So I could watch them lonely days later,
But soon forgot that she was yet here,
To help create new ones still so dear.

When everything you hold so precious,
Comes crashing down in rapid pace,
You're lost in crazy, nonsensible things,
And feel like your so troubled in time.

But could I know each day was a gift,
That time is such a harsh mistress true,
Yet, everyday that passed so swift,
Can not be so recovered with love true.

I looked so lengthly upon her sweet face,
To form an image I could easily create,
But forgot how the moments spent so close,
Would someday be washed along the shore.

I kissed her face and held her body tight,
As though she'd leave so suddenly,
But I could not prevent her soon departure,
With promises of a future love and hope.

So, I held her heart in a silver box,
But found no comfort from the gazing of,
Then thought and thought how I had wished,
To have her walk through my front door.