Treasure

I'm tired of this writing gimmick.

Treasure

Where one's treasures lie so does the heart
Locked away, it does beat within the chest of another
Shielded away behind sapphire eyes
Hidden within autumn strains; behind prose words art
Through soft spoken lips; with sound they seem to flutter
Covered in blankets white as snow; fairer than the clouded mass
Can be found my treasure--
More fragile than the faintest light amidst the raging storm
Hands gripping around it; stealing from me
Take my love so it may not be
Whisper into ears tender lies of security
Cherish what you do not understand; covet what you cannot see
Softly speak as if to say
Allow not love to belay