Love Sonnet 09:'how Sad, My Treasure Store Amounts To Nil' Poem by Reyvrex Questor Reyes

How sad, my treasure store amounts to nil,
I could be leaving bare, like when I came,
I've searched for joys, Epicurean, till,
My life results in dearth of wealth and fame;
But when I'm blest warmly by love you bring,
A huge castle becomes of my old shack,
I'm next in line to be Egyptian king,
Though noble past and royal blood I lack;
For great treasure you are, that fills my chest,
A Kohinoor of such gigantic size,
Pirates, Caribbean, might plan to quest
For what I hail as my most valued prize;
......This bench, privy to love when stars have shone,
......I never would give up for any throne.