Too much love to contain

There sat a box on the chair behind the neat table top
The box I called a secret box, a box which held everything
Everything: answers, beauty, words, joy and love
Cultural differences bound us together
Hardships and books defined our moments..
This box I know is the girl I feel
Feel the warmth and the welcome-ness
Sharing thoughts like a telepathic twin
Bearing words like a beautiful queen
On its top were beautiful pearls
Adorning this girl like her perfect smile
Childish gibberish to imitate another
Speaking carefully as the audience is larger
This box which carries answers for me
Is carried to debates like an essential tool
Likely to be socially awkward, this box
Steals hearts and stirs thoughts whenever it talks
Yes, this box is magic I must say
Because it contains so much of joy
Trapped in a school where ideas are small
This pretty little box stays embraced somehow
Love, this box teaches me like the girl
The girl who believes that she is the best
Maybe the moments of comfort on her shoulder might be forgotten
Maybe the moments of craziness of nonsense might fade away
But what will remain is that wonderful box
As a package of what I need and what I want.....