keepsake

 

the trinkets lost in translation
lost in the waves or to the masses
and i am sure to be disappointed
little treasures never hold their
value
the new car of
sentimental possessions
to be possessed
to be held
hold me now
i will be whatever your heart desires
in this moment
the little reprieve
the constant co-conspirator
or the ring that saves your ever-loving
soul
hold me then and hold me now
and i'll do my best
to be the same as that first
glowing moment where
we met one another
and anything was
somehow possible