The dessert is hot during the day but cold at night
My search for water has no limits
I forgot about the gold I seek
I forgot my greedy treasures I left behind
All I want is to survive
All I want is to live
I search for the search for the teasure of life.

Et cetera

Everything in life has a continuation
A boy into a man
A date into a marriage
A photo into a frame

There's always something
or someone
that can be more than it
or they
already
is
or are

Reasons why I hate when teens say
How they hate their lives and
how they want it to end

In life we face rough times
Men make mistakes
With marriage comes arguments
And not all pictures are picture perfect enough to be framed

But if we don't face these things
Then we won't truly realize what life really is
We won't teasure things
We won't treasure
Seeing that little boys first steps
Or that first date at the skatium
Or even the event where the picture was being taken

But at the end of the day
Seeing that little boy grow up
Being there on that wedding day
And taking the picture
Is worth it

*Remember your life is worth it, you're worth it.

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.