Treasure
I spend my days searching for treasure.
Though it shines, it's neither silver nor gold.
To obatain it, means a lifetime of pleasure.
Though it cannot be bought or sold.
This treasure can never be owned.
Only loved and admired through time.
This treasure can become your downfall.
Or the reason for your rhyme.
People have died for this treasure.
People have killed for it too.
Do you know what it is that I speak of?
Are you searching for it too?
January 13th, 2007
JD
JD
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