Treasure is frequently deep below the earth.
You, my darling were buried distant in my mind.
Every being awaits to be loved, adored and held.
On the surface it is blind yet within it is bright.
You are my treasure, yet you are not made of gold.
Despite the glow in your eyes and the shine in your smile.
A treasure can be held in any shape or form and you are mine to hold.
Love and treasure are slightly different.
Treasure will fade.
And become distant.
You, for nothing, I will trade.
And you will stay consistent.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
heartfelt wording! ..........lovely! 10+