The Jewel BoxThe Lincoln Family had an ancient treasure
From generation to generation it was bequeathed
A wooden , carved jewel box
With rich velvet it was lined, so they thought
At the centre of the carving lay a studded peacock
It had a value beyond estimation
When every heir got it, increased were their expectation
For the man worthy of it had not yet been found
To describe its beauty poests stammered
When admirers saw it , their hearts fluttered
But no one knew what was in it
Beneath its sealed lid,lay its spirit
One day, in a generation, born was a girl
With bklonde curly hair and eyes of sapphire
She was the darling of the family
But could not be the heir
When she was about five, while playing around
The elegant jewel box, a plaything she found
The minute her tiny hands grasped it, the clasp opened
Seeing the miracle, the family was speel bound
"Dear Prince/princess"The inscription said
Lie like a bright fire,a stone of red
Shaped like a heart, a true work of art
"Your heart is pure like the dew, not yet invaded by greed."
Innocence makes miracles so profound
On grabbing the stone ,the princess smiled
Her eyes shone with a brightness -alike the stone
Battles were fought,for this treasure; all for greed
With a newfound glee her eyes shone
She grew up to be a maiden possesing jewels of virtue
With beauty and raising vanity
Her eyes gleamed with pride;a boastful one
As she stood in front of the mirror,
She could'nt suppress her satisfaction
There came a day when the box would'nt budge
No matter how she tried with a growing grudge
She forced the clasp, the box slipped in protest
The heart broke to pieces forever disintegrated...