If I had an discarded Mason jar
For keepsakes that remind me of you
It would glow like the North Star
From all the things I'd compress into
If I had an empty cigar box
I'd fill it with possessions of all sorts
Like our midnight pillow talks
And many of your other exhorts
If I had space in my sock drawer
To keep your smile and your wink
And stuff about you that I adore
I'd soon run out of room...I think
If I had any room left in my heart
For anyone but you and Jesus Christ
I'd fill it with good music, fine art,
Family, and laughter, if I'm so enticed
If I had to live some other life
And the bank account read zero
I'd pray you'd still be my wife
And I'd remain your humble hero
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