Boxes of love

The memories of fishing until the sun fades,

then as the moon rises high,

all those times we painted the town,

and watched the stormy sky,

the beautiful songs we’d sing so loud,

every rock that we handpicked,

soothing sounds of a rain cloud,

handmade fire pits,

endless roads to nowhere,

hand in hand,

handle memories with care,

be your best friend,

box the good times away,

keep them close to your heart,

true love does not fade,

It can sometimes drift apart.

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