Whittle two hearts out of ivory
Nearly pure as driven flake
Latched in shimmering serpentine
Slithered round your dainty neck
Fix a lucky locket on chain and key
Your cameoed crown encased
I can unclasp it whenever I'm lonely
Touch fingertips to your face
Engrave our initials on sycamore tree
Up there! Where the fireflies play
Cut deep enough a generation can see
Then forget us once we're away
Copyrite © 2010 Jerry Buckley / Voice of One
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