Stolen Keepsake
It had fallen from the chain about her neck
on their only night together,
a tiny crimson drop encased in old gold.
It had not been his to give,
it was not his to keep.
But still he guarded the stolen keepsake
with a sorrowful heart
and hid it in a battered old box
with the other sad secrets of his past.
Something a little different than my high key images.
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Stolen Keepsake
It had fallen from the chain about her neck
on their only night together,
a tiny crimson drop encased in old gold.
It had not been his to give,
it was not his to keep.
But still he guarded the stolen keepsake
with a sorrowful heart
and hid it in a battered old box
with the other sad secrets of his past.
Something a little different than my high key images.
www.flickr.com/photos/playingwithpsp/3750823333/in/pool-t...
www.flickr.com/photos/peagreenchick/3041722454/in/set-721...