Treasure Island

Joshua Dinkin

(March 8,1985 / Boca Raton, Florida)

From The Start


How undeniable your luster,
You are a gemstone, exquisite, rare,
Daring me to come and muster
All the might that one can spare.

It seems by luck or happenstance
I found you in the shifting winds-
How fair your skin, how sweet your glance,
Like morning dew our love begins.

And during night, the fire burning,
Surrounded by a blinking glow,
I pause my thoughts, and slowly turning,
Meet your lips and melt the snow.

How many ways can I express
The happiness that fills my heart-
There's one more thing I must confess,
I've loved you from the very start.

Submitted: Monday, August 19, 2013
Edited: Tuesday, August 20, 2013
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