~*~ The Golden Box ~*~

She held the box in her trembling hands,
as her heart fluttered in remembrance of
a love consummated in truth and trust.
Saddened at the recollections of years past,
of a bond of love that had been so secured,
the moon and stars shone in unison to brighten
every night of their magical love.
Her mind’s eye remembered
passion’s breath on her skin, and
how his smile soothed her soul.
His very essence ran through her veins.
Theirs was to be a love everlasting
that moved earth, heaven and stars.
He had said they were two hearts,
Beating as one metronome of an eternal love.
Her tears began to fall,
and sting her skin with the memories.
His one indiscretion had violated her trust.
Her heart had shattered in an instant.
She had made a choice,
for without trust there was nothing.
Shrinking from the loneliness of that choice
she opened the box.
Shivering in anticipation,
she picked one, frayed at the edge.
Just one of many love letters
read over and over again.
As they were now all she had,
Of what was never meant to be.

~*~



Art: John W. Waterhouse (1849-1917)
Psyche Opening the Golden Box (1903) http://www.primenet.com/~byoder/artofjw.htm

midi: Once Upon A December http://angelwinks.webby.com/MidiSoundBoothPC.html

~Better to write for yourself and have no public, than to write for the public and have no self~ Cyril Connolly

Respond to my call and let the waves of my heart fill your life with the wonders of love
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