I found it safely tucked away,
Held deep within her private things
She put it there, with lock and key
Intended, not, for eyes to see?
A cherished thing?.... Forgotten, ...when?
Or was it not?...Perhaps and then....
Does it tell of secret love?
Another spring, or just a whim?
A treasured time, a change of fate?
The date it holds, confuses me
Revealing now, "what might have been?"
When sleep upon her eyelids came
And took her fairness far from here
What held her name, with antique flair
Of lilacs blooming, roses paired
With lacy hearts, and cupid's spear
This tells me secrets, something dear...
Someone loved her, someone cared
long before my Grandpa dared