The Treasure---
the Treasure---
My mind on my treasure, I hid insight.
How I love the way you caressing,
Invading my mind day and through the night,
Always dreaming about the blind embracing.
Let me compare you to a darling arch?
You are more charming, active and able.
Dear clouds dull the stable flowers of March,
And the springtime has the hot pier table.
Why must I love you? desperate ways.
I love your pleasant feet, hands and ankle.
Thinking of your magic hands fills my days.
My love you are an open book chapter.
Wow I see I must steal away your broken hearted,
Remembering my passionate words we're imparted
3/13/19
written word by James Edward Lee Sr. © 2019
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