My box is made,
Of cedar wood,
Always open,
As it should,
Inside, my secrets,
So long forbidden,
But no more,
No longer hidden,
I trust you with,
My life itself,
I know you love me,
For I have no wealth,
You love me dear,
Know me true,
Which is why,
I trust you,
Forever more,
You may look inside,
For I trust you,
And I know, I need not hide,
My box that's made,
Of dark cedar wood,
Will remain open to you,
As it always should,
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