My Greatest Treasure

At the end of the hour,

Time keeps its place,

In the catacombs of my heart.

Its remnants are written on my soul;

Those opulent lips,

That jewel like stare;

My unwillingness to be carefree,

Then surrender to your innocence.

The words you spoke were magic;

Each sentence filled with passionate sonnets,

That stirred my emotions,

Like the moon pulls the ocean waves.

You lead me in dance,

That night under the terrace;

The moon shinning brightly

As we turned, hand in hand.

As quickly as the dance started,

It ended with the striking

Of midnight bells;

The bells that drew you away,

Calling you back to your home abroad.

At the end of the hour,

Time keeps its place,

In the catacombs of my heart,

In a jeweled box engraved,

“That which is most precious.”

I open the box often,

And cherish the memories,

I retrieve from within;

For they are the most valuable possessions,

In all the world that I own.