My love is only for you and no one else,
so when you gave it back- I put it in a jar on my highest shelf.
I’d look at it each day and admire what we had,
and when I thought of the happy times I was never too sad.
But every now and again, a bit of love would drift out of the jar,
and it’d go right out my kitchen window, past the hills, quite far.
As if it were searching for its true lover lost,
and it would try to reach her no matter what the cost.
Maybe someday I’ll unseal that whole jar of my love,
and see if it’ll bring back the her I always speak of.