Golden Cross
 

Around her neck
His presence played
In shiny gold so pure.
A necklace meant
To hold her hand
When the past became a lure.

'Cause once before
He lost her heart
To hopes he never had.
She'd lived a life
Before he came
That made his own look sad.

He loved her more
And in her eyes
He watched his children grow.
A dream he'd watch
'Till time stood still
And a current lost its flow.

So in attempt,
A gentle gift;
A keepsake for her mind.
So she could see
The love he had
and the life she left behind.


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