Tresure of Love

By: Mary Wismer

Some say it is best to have love to have lost
In the mist of losing love your heart pays the cost
A tear from the eye releases the pressure from your woes
Let it out don't hold it in spare your soul
A new found love is like finding treasure
That increase the beat of the heart and prepare for pleasure.
When I first met you I felt so enriched
But now you left me for another the seams of my heart un-stitched
I fell in love with your mind and that is mental pleasure
You protected your heart from me like a pirate protect his treasure
I know you had to be sent from above
The Mother of Jesus, Mary: my Treasure of Love
Now you have return to the dwelling from which you came
It is your decision and what ever happen only you are to blame
True love can be a phone away or around the corner
Just open your heart and your eyes and come get it if you want a
I can't wait to see you, feel you, and wrap you in my hugs
And whisper in your ear saying " you are my treasure of love.


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