Locked away like a priceless antique
is my love for you.
Dust laden letters bound by a scarlet ribbon
are tucked away for safekeeping.
Yellowing pictures of you and me
are sealed in an album, hidden for view.
Entangled in a flurry of worn-out memories
always hoping I may be the one you're seeking.
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