*I keep the treasure guarded,
in the fortress of my mind.
Shrouded from on-lookers;
protected from prying eyes.
It is not just an image,
or a photo,
so sublime.
It is a casket full of wonderment;
a jewel of womankind.
It evokes a feeling from me:
Rawness,
un-refined.
And it leads me to a place,
that others would gladly die,
to find.
I am humble in its presence,
and would never question the design,
for the treasure that I hold so dear,
is the thought that you are mine.*
Oct 9, 2010
Oct 9, 2010 at 4:09 AM UTC
*I keep the treasure guarded,
in the fortress of my mind.
Shrouded from on-lookers;
protected from prying eyes.
It is not just an image,
or a photo,
so sublime.
It is a casket full of wonderment;
a jewel of womankind.
It evokes a feeling from me:
Rawness,
un-refined.
And it leads me to a place,
that others would gladly die,
to find.
I am humble in its presence,
and would never question the design,
for the treasure that I hold so dear,
is the thought that you are mine.*