Precious stones
Amount to plenty,
Found in places
Far and deep unknown,
Whilst I searched
For that one jewel that would
Place a twinkle in my eyes,
Far and wide
Through night & day,
Throughout the four known hemispheres,
By land; sea, sky time & space,
Miles turned to days; endless years
I searched to no avail; hopeless
There was no treasure map to guide me,
Just a thought; a wish; a plea,
But just as my travels an end had sought
I turned to look around me
Home once more,
And there I realized
At least not late,
I had sought the wrong treasure
It was there all along
Within my grasp,
She; my love; my life; precious diamond
Her eyes shining stars; which long ago
Had captivated me; and made her
The beautiful apple of my eyes,
A fool was I...
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