At the end of Heaven's rainbow,
There's a treasure that I've found.
Never gleaned from golden nuggets
Nor from diamonds underground.
These are treasures not as precious
As the one I now possess.
I don't need them, now I've found her;
Earthly treasures mean much less.
You may wonder how I'll answer.
Just how precious can she be?
'I feel Heaven and the angels
Every time she touches me.'
'I see visions of the cosmos,
Sparkling colors in her eyes.
I hear music soft and gentle,
Taking me to paradise.'
'I smell springtime in her fragrence,
Taste her lips of berry wine.
And I sleep in sweet contentment,
Knowing that this treasure's mine.'
An eloquent and capturing write! A delight to read! ! *10*! ! ! Best regards: Friend Thad
its so fascinating...........like a beautiful painting........i liked every inches of it.........terrific pal, keep it up.
treasure when resourced by the rainbow love yet reasons to glean by the plume as when glimmered by the gleams divine heaven seems to bliss by the touch yet i feel the gloss of blossom paradise...............love when flows by the eloquence, superb write, i do admire by the muse,10/10, thanks for sharing
masterful piece, such beauty lies in your words and your heart.
a valueless treasure that must be..lovely write...read my 'wealth'
A great poem! Your words are nice and the feeling/s infused with poem are really expressed through them.
If the purpose of poetry is pure pleasure I found it here in ur poems. They immediately elevate my spirits; especially those tender touch poems like this.
Love is the real treasure on earth and in heaven.wonderful poem.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Stunning, beautiful work..... what a love.