Boxed Love

Love in a Box

Every time I see you, my eyes light up like the sunrise.

Whenever I hear you, I wish to have it forever on repeat.

So maybe that's why these feelings won't fit in this enclosure.

Perhaps that's why the contents keep spilling out of the box.

Because every time I try to close it, magic happens.

The bright sunlight pierces my eyes.

The melody soothingly deafens me.

I just hope it expires soon. 

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