The Little Box
(an englyn cyrch)
She touches the little box
in her pocket and she talks
to it and smiles at her thoughts
of love and lots of long walks.
He had given her a stone,
just a small pebble, alone,
a promise that he’d return,
and she just learned he came home.
Now, she looks up into his eyes,
and he gives her a surprise.
Puts in her box a new thing,
a diamond ring just her size.
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