Our Hearts Specialty Poem by Jeremiah Abuan

Within the earthen harsh embrace
Lies a basin of precious gold
seen not by eyes of human race
nor can be touched by man; behold

Dwells still fulfilling our resolve
springing gleams of hope, joy and faith
to dust has driven, hitch dissolve
our problems gone to horrid fate

Time much offered of great amount
to bask in its unending glow
foolish is he that tries to count
how much spark our feelings could throw

Lying basin of precious gold
sits well designed like pleasing art
still it not meant for see or hold
love is meant only for our heart