I left behind, a box so precious Precious because it held your love Your love which I cherish but then it perished It perished not because, you stopped loving me or I you You loved me like I dreamt to be loved Loved but caused to hurt and burn in pain In pain, I hid my tears in the box you gave In the box you gave, I buried memories of our love Our love is worn, old and filled with pain Filled with pain, I abandoned our love Memories of our love locked in our box, I tossed it into a ruined, sad, uncomplete building It lives in ruins like our love was ruined Our box is where it belongs, uncompleted love story, filled with pain. So long box, you were once precious.