Where do you hide what I seek?
I search in your voice, when you speak..
I probe your eyes, the ocean deep..
I lie at the door of your secured heart..
Holding on to that golden key
Of hope.
Is that where your treasures you keep?
Let this man have them enrich.
Let its glimmer shine through your eyes;
And, drip through your face,
And settle on the lips:
the broadening of which brightens
the seeker's day!
Give this man the joy he seeks..