Imagine you're a jar sitting lonely on a shelf,
Sitting unfilled, with dust upon itself.
This jar has held love once before,
But that love has faded; only remnants remain, leaving it such a bore.
Why would a shelf withhold such a plain thing?
Why would it sit amongst shiny items, almost like rings?
Then one day, out of the blue, someone came along and added something to you.
They took a small rag and dusted the top.
They placed their hand on the lid until they heard a pop.
That's when they put in such whispers, so sweet,
Telling of the time of our first meeting.
Then, as days pass, the lid twists undone,
Then things keep being added, like all the times we've had fun.
Then the lid is placed beside the jar on the shelf,
Which yields some beautiful items inside itself.
There's such sweet music coming from inside,
Telling the stories of where love resides.
The jar holds sweet snapshots of time spent together.
This beautiful jar is now surely something to treasure.
If you haven't gathered, this once lonely jar—
It's me and my heart before you came to my car.
You took all you could and have given to me,
Not things that are tangible, but a love that's so free.
This once empty, sad, lonely jar has been filled by your love.
This jar feels more beautiful than the birds flying above.
RL❤️❤️