My Treasure

What do you consider treasure?

Is it a chest full of gold,

Or some long forgotten relic

From the days of old?

To me it's something different,

It's worth so much more,

than any trinket on a shelf

that you could find at any store.

What I value most,

More than any gemstone,

Is a hand to hold when it's dark,

So that I never feel alone.

You may think it's stupid,

You might call me a fool,

but my treasure shines brighter

than any polished jewel.

My treasure is love,

And bonds that can't be broken,

I would take that,

Over any golden token.

I've wandered through the desert,

And of all the spots I dug,

I never found a single coin,

Because my treasure is a hug.

You may value something else,

And that is perfectly fine.

I hope you find your treasure too,

Because I know what I call mine.