Boxes needed for things at are me, that are mine
Things are dwindling as I begin to find
What is truly important
Piled on shelves, stacked upon themselves
I don't need to hold onto as much as I used to
I just hold closer to you, my Love
I used to cling to the presence of wealth
Cluttered with what I thought was beauty
When beauty was scarce and fleeting
I revered these truly and they filled me
And filled I have become, now undone
I can let them go, now I know
That love is my beauty, dear one
My childhood fancies remain
My heart contains them
Not my domain