Treasure

What can I say of moment's quirk

Surprises one even in his trance

Filled with delicacy are those

The moments of the intimacy of ours

Each of them you decor with the bliss

The world carves for which.

Presence of your make me wish,

For these moments to cease

Not more for this heart ask

As your company makes it rejoice

Making it learn the very fact

Not all treasures are gold and silver mate