Treasure I was given
None could take its place
Nothing I've received
Could ever match its grace
Elegant, intelligent,
So bright and always kind.
Given was another gift
Bedazzled was my mind.
Always thankful,
Forever indebted.
Valued over all.
Purpose it had given me,
Heeded was the call.
Loved above the highest wealth.
It made me rich in heart.
Never could I leave it lonely,
For I'd be ripped apart.
Part of me it had become,
Binding me to it.
A possession?
No. I think not.
To name it so would be a sin.
I call it by identity,
A teasure from within.
Came with it serenity.
And trouble all the same.
Treasure it will always be,
Hence why it's the name.
So heavenly its been to me,
To possess such a gift.
Torn asunder when I lost it,
Within me such a rift.