If moments i could capture long since lost,
I would preserve them perfectly in a nice little box,
I would release them to you in a very special way,
To remind you that i love you in my own little way,
I would unravel wrinkled notes and letters of youth, to secured a treasured past folded in truth,
And though that box has weathered with age
The message is clear on every page,
the words reveal that distance and time
preserved each moment on every line
Our story contained in a nice little box
Are treasures to relive and pain to unlock ,
To remember our story with songs we play,
With lyrics we have captured along the way
And all that box ever wanted to say
Is that I love you so much in my own little way