Things that are precious

It seemed like a long time ago,
Truth is time doesn't work like it used too,
Now when we pass your eyes barely meet mine,
Just a glance is all,
Its sombre now, dull but not dead

If only we were born wise,
Free from all the outside interference
Its true
they say women have inner knowledge
maybe that's why they all seem to understand,

If only I could understand,
A chance for us to be together,
A chance for heaven on earth
Peace between us both,

Sorry that's only fairy-tales,
Life is a box we sit in,
and one day you will see it for yourself,
To lie is to pretend the box is not there,

I know your hurting,
Just like all people inside somewhere,
But there is hope for everyone
In fact they even have a name for it

Here lies the words of a fool,
Who stumbled on a mountain and found a pot of gold,
Who dwelt in absence and longed for light,
Till one day the box exploded and exposed his plight,

They call it love.