A box of surprises has wonders,
a mystery that awaits, patient and quiet.
It whispers secrets that expect to be discovered,
a hidden treasure that longs to be revealed.
In their insides are all emotions,
yearning, joys, and also disillusions.
A sacred corner where dreams bloom,
with the promise of a morning he offers.
Happy laughter and sincere tears,
They intertwine in these whole surprises.
Love, friendship, and maybe some dislove,
every feeling kept inside.
In his magic I find an ethereal home,
where illusions become serious.
Every turn of his key arouses curiosity,
And I dive into his universe, full of intensity.
A box that keeps the essence of life,
where I find the hope lost.
In every surprise, a new reborn,
a delight to the soul, a pleasure to love.
Oh, box of surprises, you hide the mystery,
a divine jewel, a funeral gift.
I admire you for your charm, for your gift of surprise,
and for every new experience you allow me to have.