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My Secret Treasure (Jason M Smith -Lafayette, LA)


I finally found my secret treasure that has been hidden from me for many years.
A treasure that I though not to be real Something I lost ages ago.
Then he came along and I knew what I found.
I knew I found my secret treasure.
The first time I seen his precious face I fell deep into a mystic trance.
Just to see his sacred glance, back into my life.
His eyes, dark and deep as the sky at night.
When light hits his dark eyes you see the stars of the sky.
The heavenly azure above within both of his eyes.
His smile is the sunshine that broke the darkness in my life.
His perfect lips made of a soft and fine tasteful wine.
His body is solid, yet soft to the touch.
Chiseled by the hand of God with precision and perfection.
When I close my eyes I see him laying with me.
I see his beautiful eyes, and extraordinary smile.
His touch is soft, and gentle, and passionate as his kiss.
His touch lets loose his emotions, and his passion for life and realism.
I can feel his fear of being hurt by love.
His lips touch mine, and his finger tips touch me.
I know now that I am in heaven when he kisses me.
I am in heaven when he touches me.
I am in heaven when I am with him.
Nothing lasts forever not eve a moment in a memory.
A memory I want to repeat many times over in reality.
I find myself in the arms of an angle, touching an angel, and in the presents of an angel.
God finally sent me my treasure. And sent me an angel from above.
I prayed one night for a treasure to come.
For him to send me an angel from heaven above.
An angel to show me true and pure love.
My prayer was answered, my wish was granted.
I know who my angel is.
I know who my treasure is.
I know now what pure love is and what it means.
I know now what pure love is and what it means.
True and Pure love will never change, no matter what is said or done.
True love and Pure love knows no limits.
They go hand and hand and go round and round.
They taught me many things with this man I have found.
He is my treasure.
Now I feel like a pirate.
I have to guard my treasure so no one else can steel him away from me.
I know how I feel is TRUE and is REAL.
I KNOW how I feel.
I know my heart and soul year to be in his arms embrace.
My hands yearn to touch his beautiful face.
My body years for his gracious touch.
And my lips yearn for his passionate kiss.
And I myself yearn for his love.
He owns my heart, and he holds the key.
He is my treasure. And now one will have him but me.
I will not give up my treasure of a life time.
I will not let God take back the angel he sent to me.
I will not give up my feelings for him.
I will not trade him for anything in this world.
Nothing can be better.
Nothing can be worse.
He is who he is for a reason.
God made him JUST for me!
He is my gold.
He is a part of me.
He is my other half.
He wonders why I fell for him the way I did.
And now I know the answer to that question.
I fell for him, my heart fell for him, my spirit fell for him.
To become a higher person.
To become greater in this life with him.
To many people he maybe nothing.
To many people he maybe just himself.
To his parents he is their son.
To his siblings, their brother.
To his friends, the best.
To people who don’t know him, nothing.
But to me, he is everything.
He is himself, nothing more, nothing less.
But being himself, has made him everything to me.
A treasure he is, and he knows not.
He is much more than he knows.
I know in my heart nothing lasts forever.
No matter what time I have left to spend with him.
No matter how long him and I are meant to be one.
That short or long time within itself will be forever to me.
In happiness, in sadness, in anger, and in passion.
I will always be here for him.
Heart to heart, and dreams combined.
To never part, to never forget.
To love forever.
And to refuse to say goodbye.
Goodbye means forever, and forever is a long time.
But nothing lasts forever.
And Dreams can come true.
But my dreams can only come true with my treasure.
Without my treasure, I feel like nothing.
I feel empty and emotionless.
I feel as if I am in a hole of despair.
And when he touches me.
And when he is there.
All of my problems are solved.
All of the issues Resolved.
Dreams do come true.
Prayers are always answered, and miracles always happen.
Finding my treasure proves them all to be true!

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