Treasure Poem by GREENWOLFE 1962
Treasure
At the end of Heaven's rainbow,
There's a treasure that I've found.
Never gleaned from golden nuggets
Nor from diamonds underground.
These are treasures not as precious
As the one I now possess.
I don't need them, now I've found her;
Earthly treasures mean much less.
You may wonder how I'll answer.
Just how precious can she be?
'I feel Heaven and the angels
Every time she touches me.'
'I see visions of the cosmos,
Sparkling colors in her eyes.
I hear music soft and gentle,
Taking me to paradise.'
'I smell springtime in her fragrence,
Taste her lips of berry wine.
And I sleep in sweet contentment,
Knowing that this treasure's mine.'
I thought this was a very pretty, beautiful poem. The images came to me smoothly.
I simply fell in love with this poem. Your words are truly beautiful and the picture you paint in my mind is truly vivid. Thank You for your words, which have made my day.
Lovely poem. I really like how you paint pictures with the words you use.
I loved the first and last stanza especially, amazing poem. Sweet and rhythmical
masterful piece, such beauty lies in your words and your heart.
a valueless treasure that must be..lovely write...read my 'wealth'
A great poem! Your words are nice and the feeling/s infused with poem are really expressed through them.
If the purpose of poetry is pure pleasure I found it here in ur poems. They immediately elevate my spirits; especially those tender touch poems like this.
Love is the real treasure on earth and in heaven.wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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12/6/2025 10:38:19 PM # 1.0.0
nice thought there materialism is tranistory whereas treaures surreal in nature are a life long precious depository