I has a box of jewels,
So precious so rare,
I kept them safe and guarded,
Never shared, just kept and hoarded
I had little fragrance,
So soft and sweet,
Kept it closed, never used it,
It was my own personal treat
Then one day, i found love,
A love strong, precious and complete
I held it close, i tried to cage it,
It suffered, wilted, died..
i had killed it.
So heed what i say, darling sister,
For that which does not flow
is stagnant water,
let it go, let it fly,
trust it will return,
for what is yours is yours - else, it never was
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