The Treasure
I dare not take even one more glance
For your beauty captures my soul
There's no escaping love's sweet trance
That comes from your radiant glow
You hold my desires, in the palm of your hand
With the mere mention of your name
Your wishes now, forever my command
Like a genie grants fortune and fame
You're the masterpiece, the artist paints
Each time that he raises his brush
Your presence, causes the flowers to faint
And your whisper, my heartbeat to hush
They speak of your beauty, in the Heavens above
They call you the treasure, the goddess of love
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