It was just a card,
its stood the test of time,
crinkled edges and slightly hard,
given to us when all things were fine,

Living its life in a box,
placed away for safekeeping,
sentimental words inside lively as a fox,
cherished words that could send one weeping,

Retrieved from lifes baggage,
does one reluctantly throw away,
or keep to remind how relationships are savage,
smiling softly but it was a beautiful day,

Embossed writing, words of love,
sentimental words all in verse,
someone had even drawn a white dove,
how all things change become a curse,

The card was given to us as a troth,
yet one alone does hold,
magical words of loves broth,
all the sentiment has gone very cold,

It is not the cards fault,
it had its moment in time,
while all things had come to a halt,
place it away carefully back in line.