Keepsakes

Written by: Debbie Guzzi

Love lingers on, in the small objects left behind
holding pleasant memories of welcome footfalls
the painful memories, almost lost, of love declined.

Those last few months of harborless shores, the squalls 
fade, as I gaze upon the guardian's left bed side,
holding pleasant memories of welcome footfalls.

The blade of horn, carved with love's protection bides.
The owl of jade, your gift, my guide makes nightmare
fade, as I gaze upon the guardian's left bed side.

I have the keys given me in trust, your love declared.
the trust which given never was withdrawn, ne'r died,
The owl of jade, your gift, my guide makes nightmare

fade, and yet, I have these small things, where love still cries.
Yes, you are goodly gone and that I truly know,
the trust which given never was withdrawn, ne'r died.

The happy times of kisses warm, of love bestowed
have not faded from my foolish heart, my mind confined.
Yes, you are goodly gone and that I truly know.
Love lingers on, in the small objects left behind.