More Precious Than Gold Poem by Conal McCarthy

More Precious Than Gold

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Here I lay, listening to my beating heart,
Wondering if it's all a dream.
I think about your beauty as art,
Looking at your face agleam.

Longing to hold you in my arms,
Thinking about your shining smile.
The mistress of my charms,
With your adorable life style.

Your presence fills me with pleasure,
As I think about us growing old.
You are my greatest treasure,
More precious than gold.

Tuesday, September 15, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: love
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Conal McCarthy

Conal McCarthy

St. Joseph's Hospital
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