Treasures
By 1stpoet
Treasures What of me does it behoove? to find a love that does not move the way the trees succumb to a breeze for to my touch, you tremble! I reach out in tenderness to give you soft caress your mind does find this charming but in newness so alarming wherefore shall this beginning reach summit? your eyes shine like glass behold of thee, a beautiful smile my lass yes I find your beauty breathtaking yet I struggle not for air, in the fragrance of your hair I find true heaven ships have set out to find treasures such as yours to me they still remain buried Your voice fills the sails of dreams within my mind for what shall I find waves may now be churning desire may be burning yet within the cask of your mind the lock is yet to be opened and the gold poured out I count the days till your smile will be beaming and your eyes will be gleaming rich I shall be, from your love William S. Dawes © Copyright 2002 1st Poet Inc. Written March 10th, 2002 © on Mar 10 2002 10:45 AM PST 0 • 12
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