Sonnet 5

[ehowton]

Moments, otherwise inconsequential -
Stolen and to memory committed
Looking back each one feels so essential
Matters not if they're righteous or wicked
Given freely without thought of value
Or taken without permission perhaps
Unaware of the bestowed gift were you
I polish each of them as gems in clasps
I take them with me each and every day
Clutched tightly near my still-beating heart
I want to collect more, for this I pray
Keeping these memories until we start
What are these precious gifts which mean so much?
Your smile, a glance, a look, and your touch