A Jar of Sweets

the simple little things 

like whispers and kisses

and plastic gem rings 

and naive young wishes 

gather up in a jar

that I keep near my bed

it gleams like a star

and puts dreams in my head

so when I'm alone

no kissing, no touching

and I'm cold and at home 

it's the jar that I'm clutching 

of memories of summer days 

and how to say I love you

a million different sunny ways

of how to say I love you

The End

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