My Treasure Poem by Njoyim Elisha

My Treasure

He dared a smile, I did the same,
We went on and on until it became
A mind-numbing game. He uttered a word,
Quick was I to laugh though in it I
Found no absurdity. His treasure was
By his side, the gem I craved.
His treasure was of the scarcest kind;
That which is hard to find.
I wanted to deprive my foe of his
Treasure but he took me for friend.
I fed my foe with love and kisses
But little did he know my lips where
Venom and my sentiments his grave.
The more he held his treasure, the more
I desired it. Treasure! I was told is
That which one can hold at the expense
Of his soul. As old stories go, at the
Outlay of his soul did I possess Pearl,
His Pearl.

NjoyimElisha