My Poetry

In a tiny golden box
With a tiny golden key
Is the tiny golden heart
Of my love who's true to me

Whether he be far or whether he be near,
I protect that tiny box that I hold most dear.

In a tiny golden box
With a tiny golden key
Is my tiny golden heart
My love holds tenderly.

He may be gone for a week, may be gone for a year.
If he has that tiny box, I have nothing to fear.