In the cellar, on a dusty shelf, you'll find my treasures tucked away.
I keep my truths, side by side, in graceful chests with ornate keys hung on ribbons bright.

Joy on the first, carved by a childish hand,
A faded old photo of a beautiful girl,
A tiny candle, a baby curl.
A delicate music box with a sweet refrain,
of a young woman singing in the gentle rain.

Sorrow on the next, smooth and gentle,
Inside, a tarnished key, which fits not into a dream’s lock. A letter, creased and faded with age, never having reached its place. A lost doll, cast away, for with its owner it will no longer play.

Love beside it, with a tender shine,
On the box of which we lifteth the lid.
A sweet perfume drifts lazily, a sentimental touch. Inside lieth nostalgic trinkets, and it is in here that I keep my smiles. A love letter; sent to me, which hereth I will keep eternally.

Tucked away on the end, bashfully hiding,
It is hereth that I keep my gratitude.
Fondly smiled upon, a velvet-lined chest.
Inside a shell, gifted long ago,
And a photo taken with a stranger, now a friend. A jumble of reassuring notes, and a thousand smiles, shared with a thousand strangers.